i am stretched on your grave
She layed at the ground

The sun was so nice

And in that beaty was no place for lies



I looked at her neck

Was something on it

The sigh of his fingers and traces of thread



I went down the hill

And came close to her

She will be forever silent. I'm sure



The wind blew her hear

I thought: "She is nice"

You know in that beaty was no place for lies