Woman of the black dress-ritual

Fill a coffin with full of soft cotton
Feel the black one's heart
Who's love the tough coffin?

Fill a coffin with full of soft cotton
Place him carefully on the top of the white

Do not set a lid!
"I'm in a hollow case." He cried
Do not shut the door!
"I don't like the dark." He sighed

Your mind's going somewhere else
Your eyes saw into some farce

I am talking about a funeral service
The rites must be held with much prudence you've got

Countless thanks for our past
Hopeless thoughts for our next world
The mortal life, it's false
The immortal cycle keeps you whirl
"Who do you expect to be died?"
"The one in black, the whole of himself."
"Who is he, hyding behind you?"
"The one in gray, it changes sometimes."

Feel the black one's heart
Who's love the tough coffin?
He would think he's on
That cloud up the sky

Fill a coffin with full of soft cotton
Place him carefully on the top of the white