Lacrimosa کے بول

Hush... Strings are weeping silently... Like... They are singing a lullaby... This... Plain without a single tree Will open to take a child... Her embrace was not enough To save his soul... All alone... And she came with the swan song on her lips... Evening breeze was listening... "Lacrimosa", she said: "Cry upon my fate..." "Lacrimosa" Došla je sestra Jelena, Dovela brata ranjena, Da traži s mora doktora, Bratu rane da vida. Boga ti, s mora doktore, Šta ti se èini od rana? Boga mi, sestro Jeleno, Pripremi bratu što nemaš