Smell of flowers from the coffin Your serene face brings me tears Voices around, just atmospheric noises Time passing in a painful slow motion The march until the grave My soul ruined bewailing I whispered a last farewell And the tomb closed
Smell of flowers from the coffin Your serene face brings me tears Voices around, just atmospheric noises Time passing in a painful slow motion The march until the grave My soul ruined bewailing I whispered a last farewell And the tomb closed