On the surrounding of the cemetery on our neighborhood br Just to count the sitting old men I once stood br Each and every one of them is above sixty br Who used to love to take a walk in the city br br Now they seem to enjoy the view from the cemetery br Talking and joking on the place where some day (they) will be buried br I once was told that one of them is a guard br On which to identify him is very difficult br br They sit early in the morning to get the warmth of the sun br And in the late afternoon to see it gone br At night they would read from the Bible some versus br And sleep praying and asking to stay another day to rehearse br br But you would hear one of them died every month or two br Now they are becoming less and less, few br The seats that used to be crowded br Are becoming more and more dispersed br br One day an old man was moving his lips but there wasn’t a word br After a while he grabbed his heart and fall as if shot by a sword br They say he died of a heart attack br On the next day on his burial I wished him good luck.