Funeral of mine is going fine Organ plays and flows red vine Coffin with my dead body On the table, help, somebody! I can see all, but can’t say a word I tried to hold the life, but can’t hold I was dying silent Why the Death is so violent?
I lie breathless in my deep pit In my deep pit, in my closed box Everyone could spit on it So for what or whom I lived? Grey stone upon me stand Grave with my name engraved Picture of mine, I like a child What else passed from me?
Only name on my grave, And a picture of child Sixteen numbers in line – Just a date of my life Only name on my grave And a photo of mine And a small hill of earth And my rot corpse
Forty days passing through me I’m waiting my destiny Father, be merciful, please, I hate myself of my sins There are no confessions in This city of faceless ghosts Father Jehovah, I’m lost I could wait no more
Only name on my grave, And a picture of child Sixteen numbers in line – Just a date of my life Only name on my grave And a photo of mine But my spirit alive My soul immortal