The appearance of her will be The victim of her sensitive consciousness She sees the smile on my face The fond provision at time of her Death Pulverises with my only belief She wipes off her tears Instinct for life and I see Myself before me
Cruelty funeral oration heards from The graveyard of rushing time Rising solitude blows up from the heart of The commemorating fondness at every night Sorrow touches the soul Of bleeding me and I see that The soil falls to the coffin and Knocks on the wood
The cross falls down and the trees Sing the Hymn of a dead man's agony Who mourns the life that he left When he bears and despises his destiny
He closes his eyes and tries to forget What happened in the minute of solitude
'cause he doesn't know that It's not a dream, it's indeed a funeral
Trembling voices, paralized limbs Bleeding heart, whispering prayer Injured human, sense of fear He bows his head and holds his breath Eternal life has turned to fall Inseparable love has turned to die Bitterness awakes his heart and sees That he suffer more with easeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
