A grey December day in the cemetary
he is standing at her gravestone
and he is reading the golden epitaph
lost in rememberanceonce 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