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
