Gloomy

lovely...just lovely...
... My Sunday is sad...

i play a song on this day of depression...
My last Bread of sorrow and tears of wine
My love do not weep for me
for i died with a scarlet red wound outside my head

There is a casket with flowers of white

For my love i see the light

and went away from your reach...

I'll watch over you my love

Although i have passed...

Our memories will always be one

...even in death...

La mort ne nous concerne pas, car aussi longtemps que vous existez, la mort ne vous mènera...