December

32 Decembers have passed and death awaits me sitting beyond I want to tell you something... I want you to pay close attention. When I die I want you to Don't cry to me, don't cry When I die I want you to Remember me with a smile When I die I want you to Don't cry to me, don't cry. I don't want them to bury me I'm not food for worms. I just want to be cremated And keep the ashes For a good occasion. When I die I want you to Don't cry to me, don't cry And the ashes throw them in the field The sea and the city, the sea and the city. Sing sing ????????for my death. So you can remember me of a joyful song for my death