It's tomorrow...

When Death comes to take me,

I want to see her coming.

As soon as my body is gone,

I would like to feel it.

Hearing the sound of bells

Who cry silently,

Perceiving the tears of men

Who die while burying themselves,

And when my time comes,

I will wait laughing.

It is tomorrow that my flesh and blood,

In the icy silence,

It is tomorrow that my soul is free,

Through the fog,

They should expand tomorrow,

Because my life is sick.

When Death comes to take me,

I'll take it.

As soon as my body is gone,

I will give him life.