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When Time Has Come
When time has come... / Wenn die Zeit gekommen ist... / Cuando ha llegado el momento... When time has come to say good-bye to leave this earth in time, then let me rest under a sad cypress close to a field of rye. And let my shroud of white through darkest nights yet shine. But don't lay roses down for me as blossoms wilt to soon and let a red moon rising high for everyone to see Wenn dann die Zeit gekommen ist von dieser Welt zu geh'n dann lasst mich ruh'n unter Zypressen und nahe einem Feld mit Roggen wo noch der Mohn und auch Kornblumen steh'n. Und lasst dem weißen Totenhemd so fein selbst in der tiefsten Nacht noch seinen Schein. Doch keine Rosen sollt ihr legen, denn Blüten welken viel zu schnell und lasst den roten Mond hoch oben sich bewegen für alle sichtbar hell Cuando ha llegado el momento de decir adiós dejando esta tierra en mi tiempo, déjame descansar bajo triste ciprés y cerca de un campo de centeno. Y dejar que mi sudario blanco brilla a través de noche oscura de estreno Que no me ponen rosas como flores se marchiten rápido y dejar la luna roja levantar al alto cielo raro y para todo bién visible claro Note: Inspired by a song from Act II, Scene IV od Shakespeare's Twelfth Night
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