A dark hazy day of winter I claw my handkerchief It will scar my mind I will never forget it A tear is running on my cheek And dying on my romantic lips Salt is its taste Sad is its feeling A crow is pa**ing above me Awkward by my romantic tears I only see a vulture Beyond her... her grave My bride so sweet is your memory Can't it be real My lady Six feed down - she is lying Peace on her everlasting grief I can't stand this pain Then I come back in the loneliness of my den Sitting in an armchair Solitude awaited me She trapped my grief In her dusty claw A tear is running on my cheek And dying on my romantic lips Salt is its taste Sad is its feeling The blade so brandy Divine will be my deed this night I spit a last pray To a God who's forgetting me now I cry a last tear To my bride who's always with me Blood warm and black I scream it to all the Earth and more My sight becomes black My sight - I see the light Give me your hand Take me with you Darling... I am dying From sadness to suicide