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