I look at you and you look asleep
your hands hold an orange blossom bouquet
a deep and very sad dream
from which you'll never wake up
They wore you with your bride dress
the one you won't show in the church
your sleeping pale lips
won't say the touching "I do"
And you go, and you go
to heaven dressed as bride you go
and a very sad chorus of angels
sobs the wedding march
I feel so sad and so lonely
and by seeing you asleep I want to scream
I bite my lips thinking
that your eyes will never see me
Why the fate have wanted
just with a cruel and brutal blow
to leave our dreams undone
in you I wonder what was our wrong doing