Family, Friends, we are gathered here today to remember a singular,
sanguine soul, whose life is best remembered in his final words:
Death is merely a path the soul must take to cross from birth to birth.
So that's the end.
Embraces of their hands.
The churchyard sings,
the graveyard screams.
My mother cries
on my father's knees.
It's all so sad:
denied what's said.
And out of the corner
of my eyes
the pains are over
and fire is ice.
Where am I going?
Why are they praying?
The sky is broken;
the earth becomes sky.
I die so alive, because
I lived all my time.
I've forgotten me.
You've forgotten me.
They've forgotten me.
What about her?
Oh! I regret my deeds...
...you regret my deeds,
they regret my deeds.
Why she loves me?
And out of the corner
of my eyes
the pains are over
and fire is ice.
Where am I going?
Why are they praying?
The sky is broken;
the earth becomes sky.
I die so alive, because
I loved my Muse.