The dead don't die,
They are alive under the graves,
Watching through the holes,
Watching people shedding wild tears.
Watching them standing alone,
All black,
With a rose in hand ,
They watch them.

The dead don't die,
They live in the memories,
Heart,
Feeling of love,
Loneliness,
Desires,
In the sad smile of their loved ones ,
They live in their tears.

The dead don't die,
They just keep us watching,
Living within us.