[the angel speaks] "The wind is the carriage from which I arrive And the storm's the road I travel The frost on the window is my kiss And the tears on your cheek is the wine they sip You will never see again the ones you love For I am your light and I am your darkness This is your dream, this is your rapture And bittersweet is this journey, this death"
[the old man] I have seen your eyes shine before in this room And through the years I cried the tears you sowed You took from me my only love, my only care And gave to me this empty shell, of empty days I have waited for this night amid endless sorrow Yet the agony of life is now too great a task Though I dear your serene touch, I envy you So let the trumpet blare the funeral march
[the mourners cry] The dried flowers fill the room with the scent of death On this night with the wind, may she carry you away Your time is spent, the day is done, your struggle is gone The rain is here, the time has come, may you join your love beyond
[the old man] I have seen your beauty among the hills Among the graves that rest on pastures pure With the fall of life I sought a god Yet with this journey I found nothing...
[the mourners cry] The dried flowers fill the room with the scent of death On this night with the wind, may she carry you away Your time is spent, the day is done, your struggle is gone The rain is here, the time has come, may you join your love beyondTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
