She was in the prime of her life,
smiled at happiness,
for her husband and kids
she was their pillar.
She was lovely, friendly,
what you would call kind-hearted.
Someone, who gladly helps,
someone, whom one gladly knows.
She was still confident
after the first findings
and she believed and hoped,
because there was no reason (why she shouldn't)
The sickness
didn't think much of fairness.
It insidiously and meaninglessly
chased after it target.
The grave closed long ago,
the pain passes,
the tears shed.
Nobody can understand this.
Time brings healing,
but whatever may happen,
she lives on in our thoughts
and in this song.
All the surgeries,
all the therapies
began to deprive
her body of all strength.
But she didn't want pity,
with a lioness' bravery,
oh, she kept laughing,
as if she were okay.
I saw her and cried,
she comforted me.
Yes, that was real greatness,
I felt miserable.
She looked forward
to the next concert so much.
That she couldn't experience it anymore
weighs heavily on me.
The grave closed long ago,
the pain passes,
the tears were shed.
Nobody can understand this.
Time brings healing,
but whatever may happen,
she lives on in our thoughts
and in this song,
this song.