When are you praying near coffin

When are you praying near coffin,
Remember birch from Russian song,
Like tiny leaf for voiced robin,
You prayers are for me...how wrong
I always fall and waist all treasures,
For empty habits: sins, like pins,
There 's no patience, no measure
For Hippocrates and pharisees .
I see myself in grave of stones,
Eastern colors : white and blue-
Pride , despondency- black rose,
Judgement, lust- my spring light flu,
Fooling soul inside and out,
I surrender....help me , Lord,
Praying ...asking...mercy....tender...
Heard just groaning...o chord,
A....B minor....mezzo piano
Dark and cold...o, lonely sight,
Echo...prayers...rain...Vienna...
Lost another long night fight.

Cry for me, grey fluffy squirrel,
Cry, poor soul,  with birds at dawn,
Sing with Mozart major choral,
Till your emptiness is gone.
Cry for me, the frozen ground-
vanished callous dying heart,
You should be like silent trout,
Can not sing, can not be smart.
Can not pray or ask sincere,
Vanished trying....simply say,
Ancient fathers, dear ...dear...
Brighten my upcoming day.
Cry for me, o dear Mother,
Theotokos, Hopeless hope,
Mercy sister, save all brothers,
Teach me, help me simply stop.