When I'm loaded on the shoulders
and carried by four,
Try to take one last look at my face;
Now this is a helpless man
on the coffin but he is happy!!
Is it really so!?
Why, then, when he is dying,
hears the groaning of loved
ones from behind,
when he cannot far see;
Do you think he doesn't
want to get up?
Yes, he is,
but he can't;
Now we all understand
the meaning of dying;
We understood
what it means to be incapacitated;
What a grueling sound as the moment
turns to ashes!
Please don't burn me;
just shroud me;
And then tuck me in
Soil depth.
Just stand by my grave
and stare hard
Towards the horizon
and look at my soul..
Here it is!
Here she is..
Here she is..
above the sky..


© aminebouziken