When you hold me,
tightly in your arms...

"death be not proud"
death bring me tears...

"death be not proud"
death bring me tears...

Here i am... what do you see?
people look at me.... what do they perceive...

I thought about running into your arms toady
but I forgot that you're not there...

One single black tear falls from her eye
and she is forced to forget the night he died...

It is here that i find you
here that you take me away...