I will write you a blue song
So you can have childlike dreams
Where your nights won't be filled with torment
And so, during the day, you will sing
So that others can hope too...
When the world has learned it,
Then you can leave life
You will come to sing in the skies...
...Blue Song...
You will make the angels cry
When telling them about your suffering
Bring in your too pretty hands
Your heart, your tears, and then life...
When Jesus died on his cross,
He suffered just as much as you did
Forgive your mother and the Good Lord
And leave on earth, just like God...
...Blue Song...
Now your mission is fulfilled...
Your friends, you will leave them...
Stroke the children's hair,
Smile to old people on your way
You, you don't have any tomorrow left:
Those sorrowful mornings are over...
St. Peter, the angels and the Good Lord
Will open for you the gates of heaven...
...Blue Song...