The gentle tingling on my window pane
Reminds me of lost memories, tonight.
Loves, relatives, schoolmates and friends:
They're all gone
Gone deep in the land of darkness, in the land of past
Where they'll stay
Dad, I lost your face and, Grandad, you are still smiling
Some friends of mine lie in their cold graves
Taken by illness, chosen or real
And I'll never meet them again.