I buried You,
But my heart could not.
For how does a heart bury
A soul that still breathes in his chest
Your absence is a shadow that follows me,
And every grave I pass reminds me of You
I wept,
Until my tears became a river,
Flowing towards the grave
Of the one I loved.
O grave,
If you could hear my cries,
Would you not return the soul to me,
Even briefly,
Out of mercy?
But my heart could not.
For how does a heart bury
A soul that still breathes in his chest
Your absence is a shadow that follows me,
And every grave I pass reminds me of You
I wept,
Until my tears became a river,
Flowing towards the grave
Of the one I loved.
O grave,
If you could hear my cries,
Would you not return the soul to me,
Even briefly,
Out of mercy?