The funeral bell begins to toll The old man he loved is dead The stink of death creeps through the cell And wretched thoughts seep into his head
Where now the living word from his mouth? Where now the gentle smile on his face? Where now the sweet smell of heaven? Only the rotting stench of death and decay.
“And the third day there was a marriage in Cana of Galilee”. There the bride and groom, and who is this that he sees? The old man shining with eyes like the sun “Yes, I'm here, too!“ he says, “Do not fear, my dear one.”
Fall down and kiss the earth Water it with your tears Forgive all and be forgiven Become wiser than your yearsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
