A grey December day in the cemetary

he is standing at her gravestone

and he is reading the golden epitaph

lost in rememberance...once more.



Her beauty was a flower in bloom

the nicest thing in his life

her face was the most wonderful creation

that a man could think of.



Her presence make him happy

every touch a caress

her voice made him feel so whole

every word a harmony.



Her life put to a sudden end

how can he go on

with her love taken from him

he is shattered.



Happiness has disappeared

whats left is pain and grief

the rose is dead and withered

but the thorns forever grow.



Your presence made me happy

every touch like a last caress

your voice made me feel so whole

every word a harmony.



Your life put to a sudden end

how can I go on

with your love taken from me

I am shattered.



Happiness has disappeared

whats left is pain and grief

the rose is dead and withered

but the thorns forever grow.

I breathe your rememberance

I feel your external love in me.