A way - farer is going along the path
looking (at) the flames above the cross.
He is coming back from his country - work
the fear is taking hold of his throat, of his throat.
He cannot see how the angel mock
his foolish fear and his naked eyes,
a loathsome smell is rising to his nose
the fear is taking hold of his throat, of his throat.
Terror changes into fear of d**h,
when he sees a grave and a child begin to talk.
I need - you know - just a breath of life
you don't see a ghost,
courage (I) identify you've lost in life,
you're looking for can't find.
Listen hold me do not run away,
listen hold me do not run away,
wait d**h wait d**h, it's there,
wait d**h wait d**h.
The beach is lashed by a chiller wind,
the drop of rain swallowed up by gra**
he is at ease in the grave-yard,
he met the friend of life: courage, of life: courage.
Terror changes into fear of d**h,
when he sees a grave and a child begin to talk.
I need you know just a breath of life,
you don't see a ghost,
courage (I) identify you've lost in life,
you're looking for can't find.