I'd give up eternity
to see you,
of the fortunes of gold,
of undeniable power and might -
I'd give up,
you were my everlasting light.

From this world,
you're now absent -
that mellow morning you parted,
my heart, it's bleeding
so did started.

Sophie,
you were my one,
my only trophy.

Sophie,
you're now one in a thousand,
but still my only.

Now you have no colour
in your cheeks,
your body has been dry
for almost several weeks,
and your once perfumed breath
now rots and reeks.

Sophie,
you've grown so bony,
your golden hair now looks fake,
so thin and phony -
but although you're now dancing
with Death,
and breathing that rotten breath,

Sophie,
you'll always be my one,
you'll always be my only.