LYRIC

Hands folded in a prayer,
A rosary embedded in-between … –
Tonight I'll join you in your sleep.

(… sleep brings no joy to me …)

I'll bring you back to life this night,
It's meant for the flesh at least … –
I'll join you in your sleep.

(… sleep brings no joy to me …)

Come up, I hear your voice … – this is not me,
I'm not aware of what I'm doing.
I'll shiver at the recollection,
When I'll awake with the soil … on my hands.
I know, they will find you … fallen asleep again,
Between the mounds and crosses.
Tomorrow night it will be just the same … –
It will be just the same.

(… sleep brings no joy to me …)

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