| No longer I was breathing | |
| No more bleeding | |
| Inside the urn | |
| Under a soil and black stone | |
| Under a soil and black stone | |
| And I was listening | |
| And felt no pain | |
| To the sunrise to east | |
| I'll leave my grief | |
| To the stars' shine | |
| Casting my eyes by the long nights | |
| Blessed I was | |
| To rest then | |
| Inside the urn | |
| Under a soil and black stone | |
| And I was listening | |
| And felt no pain | |
| To the sunrise to east | |
| I'll leave my grief | |
| Leave my grief | |
| Soil upon me | |
| So fragile | |
| As a veil | |
| Without secrets | |
| The staring | |
| Space so wide | |
| And I was listening | |
| And felt no pain | |
| To the sunrise to east | |
| I'll leave my grief | |
| Leave my grief | |
| Inside the urn | |
| Under a soil and black stone |