September 歌词

Put me into this ebony coffin There is no need to comb my hair Just wash my face with hot water Bring some roses I like their smell Please draw the courtain It's getting dark I don't want my "friends" To see me here Turn the music on Let it silently fill The entire room Let it be my morphine You can now nail the lid Doesn't matter that I'm still breathing One lives as long as his own dreas And mine, well mine are already gone Solo: Ambro¿y Solo: Schubert Put me into the ground cold Lie how much you loved me And shed some tears Then never ever dare Mention my name Just burn my image And let me enjoy being not