Lacrimosa - Demether

Hush… Strings are weeping silently…

Like… They are singing a lullaby…

This… Plain without a single tree

Will open to take a child…

Her embrace was not enough

To save his soul… All alone…

And she came with the swan song on her lips…

Evening breeze was listening…

ÓLacrimosaÔ, she said: ÓCry upon my fate… Ô

ÓLacrimosaÔ

DoÚla je sestra Jelena,

Dovela brata ranjena,

Da traÞI s mora doktora,

Bratu rane da vida.

Boga ti, s mora doktore,

Êta ti se èini od rana?

Boga mi, sestro Jeleno,

Pripremi bratu Úto nemaÚ