Raised Fist

A fog on a day without night 

A day more like the dawn 

Without real darkness without real light 



Dead lies a girl more beautiful than a swan 

In her casket - her skin so pale 

In her heart is a deadly and bloody tear 

Her broken eyes tell us a dreadful tale 



In my arms lies the prettiest girl of the world 

She is my dying bride 

Oh lord why, why must she die? 



Down my checks running tears full of pain, since my love is dead 

Sometimes I remember her dead body on the plane 

I am quite and still I am sad 

What can I do dreadful life 

Tell it to me my friend, I am still loving her, cause she is dead