When I will die,
The sun will rise,
The moon will shine,
The stars will flicker,
The wind shall blow
And rain shall pour
And no one will cry.
But Perhaps…
The sun will rise with
A mournful gloom,
The moon shall not bring
The night in bloom,
The stars will flicker
With the heartless labour,
The wind shall blow
And tears shall pour,
When I will die,
Perhaps someone will cry!