Your burial garment - so fresh and, oh, so white   Your eyes are closed and on your face a smile   No trace of sorrows and your suffering   You're looking more alive than ever in your life      Fall - the morning comes      Forgotten are the reasons why you died   Forgotten all your screams, the tears you cried   No word about your courage, why it failed   The words could be sent to anyone but you      Fall - the morning comes      Dance with me until unconsciusness   You're in my arms   Times of pleasure return to reality   Your tears are dried   Die with me so irrevocably   I'm in your arms   Times of pleasure return to reality   Your tears are dried      Fall - your morning comes