[bad word]  bury our bodies, may they [bad word] to dust,
So that no one can ever awake them, alas.
Then our souls shall be free... to travel through dreams,
Together... forever... on the other sphere.

But Death has stolen my love from me,
Deceivingly he came from behind
When our bodies were sleeping... so closely entwined... -
On a Satur(n)day... side by side.

My beloved is gone and I am searching for him,
He is lost somewhere on the other side,
And I am wandering around... as I cannot recall,
How to uncover and open the gates.

My husband is dead and I am searching for him
In restless sleep every night,
But my efforts are futile and my only hope
Is to see him... the day that I die.