Текст песни Роман Холливел - Стих Дым над могилою

Let's see when it rises
smoke,
Over my distant grave.
I'll never be yours again
I will become a weeping willow.

And in the darkness into eternal sleep I
wrap myself up
Beautiful, strong,
insensitively.
And I will not miss that life,
Since there is a bad finger
not touched.

You will remember me passionately
beloved,
For years of torment.
The same as before
happy,
And when you asked
forgiveness.

Will you come to the grave
distant,
And rain over her
cry.
Tell about life
lonely
What you quietly hide from others in your soul.
(c) Roman Halliwell