A dark hazy day of winter
I claw my handkerchief
It will scar my mind
I will never forget it
A tear is running on my cheek
And dying on my romantic lips
Salt is its taste
Sad is its feeling
A crow is passing above me
Awkward by my romantic tears
I only see a vulture
Beyond her... her grave
My bride so sweet is your memory
Can't it be real
My lady
Six feed down - she is lying
Peace on her everlasting grief
I can't stand this pain
Then I come back in the loneliness of my den
Sitting in an armchair
Solitude awaited me
She trapped my grief
In her dusty claw
A tear is running on my cheek
And dying on my romantic lips
Salt is its taste
Sad is its feeling
The blade so brandy
Divine will be my deed this night
I spit a last pray
To a God who's forgetting me now
I cry a last tear
To my bride who's always with me
Blood warm and black
I scream it to all the Earth and more
My sight becomes black
My sight - I see the light
Give me your hand
Take me with you
Darling...
I am dying
From sadness to suicide
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