September

Put me into this ebony coffin
There is no need to comb my hair
Just wash my face with hot water
Bring some roses I like their smell

Please draw the courtain
It's getting dark
I don't want my "friends"
To see me here
Turn the music on
Let it silently fill
The entire room
Let it be my morphine

You can now nail the lid
Doesn't matter that I'm still breathing
One lives as long as his own dreas
And mine, well mine are already gone

Solo: Ambro¿y
Solo: Schubert

Put me into the ground cold
Lie how much you loved me
And shed some tears
Then never ever dare
Mention my name
Just burn my image
And let me enjoy being not