May they bury my body
next to the window
of my beloved that
she has for a view.
And tell her
that in the morning,
to plant in that very place
next to the window...
Some fresh roses
and a morning glory
so that when I die,
I want my grave;
my grave to smell like -
to smell like Spring.
May they bury my body
next to the window
of my beloved that
she has for a view.
And tell her
that in the morning,
to plant in that very place
next to the window...
Some fresh roses
and a morning glory
so that when I die,
I want my grave;
my grave to smell like -
to smell like Spring.
From the orange trees
cut orange blossoms,
cut poppies
into lovely bunches
and water with honey
from my apiaries
a blanket of orange blossoms;
they will be my white kisses...
And poppies
will be my red kisses,
so that when I die,
I want my grave;
my grave to smell like -
to smell like Spring.
From the orange trees
cut orange blossoms,
cut poppies
into lovely bunches
and water with honey
from my apiaries
a blanket of orange blossoms;
they will be my white kisses...
And poppies
will be my red kisses,
so that when I die,
I want my grave;
my grave to smell like -
to smell like Spring.
So that when I die,
I want my grave;
my grave to smell like -
to smell like Spring.