And when the snow falls tonight,
bury me in that grave I dug all these years.
The fire is extinguished
and I can't find anything to warm myself anymore.

All this time I have been sinking,
the ropes have gotten weak,
and I can't hang on no more.

and all these lullabies are calling me to sleep,
all these enchanting voices.

I will let myself fall through this,
just promise, you will bury me with the snow.
                                      
                              - Srabanti Chakrabarty