Delightful moonlight falls to earth.
I can’t believe that it is real.
Your Death is only soul’s birth,
A wound in heart i used to heal.
You’re cold and still. I touch your lips.
It seems to me or we’re embracing?
A mournful look, a careful kiss –
And oh, I see that we are dancing
On field of Death where grass is black,
Where ravens fly above dead souls.
I know that happiness is back,
That you and me get their roles.
I feel your cold – it’s on my waist.
I close your eyes as i’m still living,
And our lives we used to waste
By world are now yet forgiven.
Taste my lips – but they are bitter.
Drain my tears – I never cry
‘Cause for you I’m just a litter,
You’ll forget me by and by.
I have been an empty paint
Of your particoloured life,
And I know, no one is saint,
But i take the sharpest knife.
Tender skin, blue veins under,
Little wound, a drop of blood;
Don’t beleive, there’s no wonder.
Don’t beleive, there’s no God.