she sings very softly ...
I longed to be with you;
But it's just a thought,
for you have never breathed,
your heart was weak and ill,
you lay in my hands small and cold,
no red flooded your soft cheeks,
and yet how many times I saw your face?
Why your laugh sounds in my ears?
I stand 5 feet above you and look down on you
on what is left
who visits you still here?
Who else is with you in mind?
My heart is very heavy and my longing,
much more,
how I wish you were still here
not even your name is written here
as if you´d never been.
Mischa, oh my dearest Mischa ...
