Francesca s dead

Million voices in his head
Repeated:
Francesca's dead.
And he had
To admit it.

Her soul and body,
All that he adores
So for everybody
He's closed the doors
Of course.

Awaken too early
Alone with headache
Without his bride
Her hair so curly
He had to decide
That it would be better
He wasn't awake
But he saw her letter
It made his heart break

She wrote she was ill
Without his replying
Without a pill
He knew she was dying

Apart are from now
Her spirit and flesh -
It's no longer fresh,
Above flies a crow.

And all her beauty
Remembers he still
Oh, she was a cutie!
Why did she get ill?

And he had in mind
Her hair so brown,
That lied as a crown,
Eyes already blind
And lips...
Already mute.
Cause even in grave
She was so cute
Like simply she sleeps.
She must have been brave
To face her disease
It was to increase
She hardly had any chance if
She needed a surgery very expensive
He didn't support all...
And now he wished
That she was immortal.

The room is all clean
But he feels a lack
of fresh air
She'll never be back
It's time for despair
He thought it's unfair
So where
Has he been?