For he is dead. And he is gone.
And nothing matters now.
It's been so quiet for so long
That I don't know how
To enter waters so deep
And to relieve the pain.
For he is gone. And he is dead.
And all has been in vain.
The solemn rooms keep passing by
And nothing tends to plead.
I'd lie, and cry, and sleep and die
Right there. By his feet.
But on the grave
Lost are the words.
I can't be brave.
It hurts... it hurts...
2004г.