When I bid farewell to the poor life*
Put me in a coffin made of stone
Place me in my grave
Do not cover my grave
Remind yourself that
There lies my father
And now the great king is dead, and I too
Shall one day die like him
It is human fate, and it makes no difference
Whether you are a king
Or a poor wood-gatherer
No one remains eternally
No one remains eternally
No one remains eternally
[Clean Vocal]
When I bid farewell to the poor life
put me in a coffin made of stone
place me in my grave
do not cover my grave
remind yourself that
there is lies my father
Never forget there is a Philosophy
justice forgiveness and generosity
now leave me alone, as I feel the hour of my
death is near
Leave me alone...

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