Your burial garment - so fresh and, oh, so white

Your eyes are closed and on your face a smile

No trace of sorrows and your suffering

You're looking more alive than ever in your life



Fall - the morning comes



Forgotten are the reasons why you died

Forgotten all your screams, the tears you cried

No word about your courage, why it failed

The words could be sent to anyone but you



Fall - the morning comes



Dance with me until unconsciusness

You're in my arms

Times of pleasure return to reality

Your tears are dried

Die with me so irrevocably

I'm in your arms

Times of pleasure return to reality

Your tears are dried



Fall - your morning comes