THE HOUR OF DEATH

At the hour of your death
You are on top of your glory
And you see what you haven’t seen before
You believe!

At the hour of your death
When you come to the crossroad
It’s up to you
Which way choose to go

There is nothing left
What’s left of us?
Sadness and nostalgia
Just a brief memory

Crying will walk with you
Where from there is no road
Just their crying
Tells you, how much they liked you

Just a brief memory
So little and yet so much
They want to tell you so much
You can’t hear anymore

The heart does not beat anymore
The breath stopped
The soul died

(12/2000)