I was once standing by a church And waiting for the morn approach My cigarette was like a spark Lost in the ocean of the dark And suddenly when I turned back I saw a young girl dressed in black Lit up by the arising moon The girl was weeping at a tomb I quietly came to that place And saw her raise her tearstained face And as I gazed her light-blue eyes I seemed to feel the endless skies I asked the girl: “Why‘re you upset?” She first was silent, and then said… (I heard a low and mournful sigh): “No more of life, I'm gonna die” I was once standing by a church And waiting for the morn approach