Here lies a heart which has stopped beating,
It belongs to a man who has stopped breathing.
A man who can’t go to sleep,
Because he is troubled by some sorrows deep..
Here strolls a young boy along the promenade,
His eyes meet with those of a lovely maid.
Falls in love,
With the face as calm as dove.
Walks to her in a delighted state,
Presents her a rose from her own estate.
His thoughts sailed through the clouds of hope,
and he climbed higher and higher on the love rope.
but the maid followed her instincts as a guide,
and the boy was forced to ride a different tide.
From the distance a lady walked along the boulevard,
And found an entrance into this silent graveyard.
Found the grave and placed a rose
And from the heart, a rhythm arose…