Cry my tears,
Cry my pain.
Still cold
Endless rain.
With one of your kisses
Froze my words,
From one of your kisses
Froze the blood of my wounds.
Shed all her tears,
Their flow consumes all:
Earth, us, racing ...
Timid, whispered call.
Death becomes an angel
He did not want to come back,
Ignoring all my longing
And my mortal body.
Cry my tears,
You die as a moth.
Death loves angels
Gone into my soul.
Now, when I exhausted and weak
I whisper his last wish:
Let me be, my love,
Tears in your eyes.