Оригинален текст
The grave,
Place of rest for the beloved one
hear the sound of threnodies,
For the one forever gone
Rectangular black hole,
Like jaws of death themselves
Soon they will be shut
With only memories left
The grave,
Place of rest for the beloved one
hear the sound of threnodies,
For the one forever gone
Rectangular black hole,
Like jaws of death themselves
Soon they will be shut
With only memories left