• Sweet sorrow, sweet sound, sweet silence

    Which comes after talking to you my dearest

    Perhaps after World Wars

    Others-many others like myself felt the same way

    Ours is a hardy love

    Through turmoil we shall face as one, the same death

    Awaits us should we fail

    Unlike in World Wars, where usually the husband

    Dies peacefully in body

    And the wives suffer to die in spirit all alone

    Alone I will not be

    Of you I think too much if I think only of me

    Suddenly I'm alone

    I faked my death of me from you for you dearest

    Did Winter freeze my heart?

    It is cold out here and thoughts of you keep me warm

    Sweet sorrow, sweet sound, sweet silence