The voyage of life is over
Your mortal afflictions past
No more pain and sorrow
Your spirit's free at last
You must listen to a story I was told
About an undertaker of the region
A young mans lover died before their wedding
Without her love he simply could not reason
At night he would visit the graveyard
And think about the days she was alive
His tears would fall upon her tombstone
The tombstone of the girl to be his bride
On a night when thunder roared and lightning flashed
He broke apart the tombstone of her grave
And with his hands he dug into the earth
And in his arms he carried her away
By a flickering funeral candle light
On his bed that flowers covered
He gently laid the body of his sweetheart
And said his wedding vows to his dear lover
On her head he placed a wreath of flowers
Full of love he held her close to him
He closed his eyes as he gently kissed her
Never again would he awaken
LLevo la novia al talamo mullido
Junto a ella se acosto enamorado
Para siempre se quedo dormido
Al esqueleto regido abrasado
"I'm about to die...of love, daroga....of love. That's how it is. I...I loved her so much! And I still love her...If you knew how beautiful she was when she let me kiss her alive, because she'd sworn on her eternal salvation...Yes, alive, I kissed her alive, and she was as beautiful as a dead woman!"
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