Death awaits me like an old maid
At the meeting of the sickle
To better appreciate the passing of time
Death awaits me like a princess
At the funeral of my youth
To better mourn the passing of time
Death awaits me like Carabosse
At the fire of our wedding
To better laugh at the passing of time
But what's behind the door
And who's already waiting for me?
Angel or demon, whatever
br/>At the front of the door there is you
Death waits under the pillow
That I forget to wake up
To better freeze the passing of time
br/>Death waits for my friends
Come to see me in the middle of the night
To better tell yourself that time is passing
Death awaits me in your clear hands
Who must close my eyelids
To better leave the passing time
But what is there behind the door
And who is waiting for me ©jÃÂ?
Angel or demon whatever
At the door there is you
Death awaits me at the last leaves
From the tree that will make my coffin
To better capture the passing of time
Death awaits me in the lilacs
That a gravedigger will throw at me
To better flower the passing of time
Death awaits me in a large bed
Tended to the canvases of oblivion
To better close the passing of time
But what about is he behind the door
And who is already waiting for me?
Angel or demon it doesn't matter
At the front of the door there is you

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