When the darkness of the day
Will be removed by black of night,
You'll find the pieces on your way,
The pieces of my broken heart.
You'll look at them and pass them by,
Without wondering, whose they are.
You don't know, that I have to die,
And through this night I have to pray.
You'll never know, that trapped in here,
In lost and never-ending space,
I'm crying just for you, my dear,
Unable just to see your face.
And you will never see me weeping,
When you come here, you'll find me sleeping
In deep and dark and narrow tomb,
Upon which bloody rose will bloom.