bring withered purple roses to my grave
when I'll be gone...
and light a candle too...
I'll know the light is ther' because of you...
don't cry, my friend, we die just once...
be brave...
and when my grave in roses scent will lave,
I'll know you'll wip upon it...
and it's true,
I'll miss this world, and more, I will miss you...
but then, my friend, we die just once...
be brave...
I'll still be watching, as a windy wave,
upon your soul, from heavens, hoping you
will find somehow a way to say 'adieu',
because, my friend, we die just once...
be brave...
so when you'll come to see my earthly grave,
remember me how I remember you...
just with a loving smile, as I'll have, too,
up-ther', wher'I'll be gone, my friend so brave...