It’s too late to shed tears,
Now that they are no longer here,
It’s too late, hold your tears back
Too late, they won’t see them
Because when they are alive
You should love those you love
Because when they are alive
You should give to those you love
They are lying under the ground
In their cold and empty houses
Where the light will not enter anymore
Where nothing can penetrate
What will they do with so many flowers?
Now when they are no longer here,
What will they do with so many flowers?
So many flowers at once?
Were you going to bring them some roses
When they were still here?
Were you going to bring them some roses?
They would have preferred, I believe.
That you know how to say I love you.
That you say it to them more often,
They would have wanted us to love them
When, when they were alive.
There they are like statues
In the cold garden of silence
Where the birds no longer sing
Where nothing matters anymore
They never again will see the sea.
Never again the leaning night,
The great forests in winter,
The redhead autumn in the branches,
But we only have regrets,
But we only have remorses,
But they will never know it,
They will no longer hear,It’s too late,
Too late, too late...