Dead Friends
Now I walk out of my door
just to get some fresh air
I take a bus downtown
surely I want to see some people
and some beautiful girls
I go into a cafe
order a beer and read the newspaper
I see that a house has burned down
In my home town
It's the neighbours of my birth place
Three men are burned to death
The flames and smoke stopped their lives
Their names are mentioned in the paper
It was my best friends
I am filled with sorrow
soon I will be all alone
In my cell in the monastery
Where I am together with God and his son day and night
I pray to my heavenly father
Give those dead friends a warm welcome
They have all ways been there to help me
All the sixty years of my life
Now I will help them
by saying a prayer for their souls.