He was standing next to that grave
A black hat in his hand and
Was talking to dead leaves in the snow
He has came back to tell
That he can love
He can't sleep
Without you
Beautiful,
sad old man
Was gathering
Snowy hepaticas to your grave
Beautiful,
Old sad man
Left his heart beside a crystal stream
At home he wished for you to come back
He warmed up fish soup
He buttered a crisp onto table
Now he is sitting and
(...)
Waits crying
He is waiting home today his loved ones
Beautiful,
sad old man
Was gathering
Snowy hepaticas to your grave
Beautiful,
Old sad man
Left his heart beside a crystal stream
In the morning he put a white blanket
To bed and
Was ironing the lace tablet
Beautiful,
sad old man
Was gathering
Snowy hepaticas to your grave
Beautiful,
Old sad man
Left his heart beside a crystal stream