| Two whole years, after that last breath you took in my arms
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| Two whole years have passed and I could only write two lines
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| Don't think I left and went, throwing soil on it...
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| Tell me how does death smell
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| The world makes me tired without you
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| If you don't come, it will hurt me
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| The world asks you every day
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| Tell me how does death smell
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| The days get longer because you're gone
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| The world asks you every day, I don't answer...
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| I'm sure you saw me when I came to you today
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| 'Cause when I came near you I'm sure I saw you
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| I thought a lot as I walked home crying
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| Do you know?  | 
| You made me sad for the first time in my life
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| These eyes that shine in your arms are now dark
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| All the flowers that bloomed while you were there have withered away now
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| My arm wing is broken and I have narrowed
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| But I thought your laughter wouldn't stop
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| It's empty, the time you've filled your sleep
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| And you're on that balcony where you wait for me every time I look
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| You're on my mind with the last smile you left
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| I know it's true but it's so hard to remove it
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| Your white hair is still hidden in my drawer
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| I haven't turned up the music since you left
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| My hands write, but my funeral is already up
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| Forgive me
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| I miss your voice the most, and listening to me from you
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| You used to love watching me from the window on the way to work
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| The day an angel brazenly came and asked me for you, I said no
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| However, he took it and left without listening.
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| The songs you forgot while still singing in this house
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| And forgive, this is the first song I wrote for you
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| I'm as weak as the first day you got mad at me
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| As guilty as the first day you got mad at me
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| It was like your hair was always white, your heart was always clean
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| You said enough was enough and you were leaving and you were very tired.
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| It was suddenly evening, I held them tightly
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| You smiled and held my hands as if to say goodbye
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| You kept silent to me when death was read from your eyes
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| On the other hand, I would breathe fire at the end of the bed and keep silent for you.
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| I know that I was always hurt for the first time and I was always a child
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| I'm getting old now you're still my dear woman |