A suffocating memory, diminished of all its agony,
Tender sensation, bestowed to the crowd,
A reverie told with icy breath,
Gathered to bring the deceived to Death,
Everyone is released from their doubts,
And they stand up and watch dreadfully,
Teased with anger, upon his demise,
His body honored, full of devotion,
A welcome ceremony of death and lost,
He must be burned, whatever it cost,
The air was filled with a sad emotion,
And they stand up and watch, with tears in their eyes,
Slowly the coffin gets into the ground,
Followed by hundreds of black roses,
A deep silence haunts the place,
And then we all chant our funeral phrase,
"Goodbye, my friend, to whom our heart never closes",
And then we leave, without a sound
