La Triste Visión Del Entierro Propio
Crucis
The Sad Vision of My Own Burial
Here lies my body, finally dead
What did their minds expect from me?
Everyone gathered without a word
And the ceremony went on just the same
I watched them from my most comfortable angle
But an angel shouted, "Come"
No one was left without tears
The silver cord ended triumphantly
How many of us are the forced heroes
Of the old story of Cain and Abel?
I watched them from my most comfortable angle
But the angel shouted, "Come"
