الكلمات الأصلية
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Fill a coffin with full of soft cotton
Feel the black one's heart
Who loves the tough coffin?
Fill a coffin with full of soft cotton
Place him carefully on the top of the white
Do not set a lid
I'm in a hollow case, he cried
Do not shut the door
I don't like the dark, he sighed
Your mind's going somewhere else
Your eyes saw into some farce
I am talking about a funeral service
The rites must be held with much prudence you've got
Countless thanks for our past
Hopeless thoughts for our next world
The mortal life, it's false
The immortal cycle keeps you whirl
Who do you expect to be died?
The one in black, the whole of himself
Who is he, hiding behind you?
The one in gray, it changes sometimes
Feel the black one's heart
Who loves the tough coffin?
He should think he's on
That cloud up the sky
Fill a coffin with full of soft cotton
Place him carefully on the top of the white
