My death is like a swinging door, a patient girl who knows the score Oh, whistle for her and the passing time My death is like a [incomprehensible] truth at the funeral of my youth Let's laugh at that and the passing time My death is like a witch at night, as surely as all love is blind Let's not talk about But whatever is behind the door and there's nothing left to do An angel or devil, I don't care for in front of that door, there is -you My death is like a beggar blind, I'll see the world with an unlit mind Throw me a dime for the passing time My death comes to allow my friends a few good times, before it ends Let's drink to that and the passing time My death is in your arms, your thighs Your cold fingers will close my eyes, let's not talk about But whatever is behind the door and there's nothing left to do Whether angel or devil, I don't care, for in front of that door, there is you My death is all among the fallen leaves And magician's mysterious leaves, rabbits and dogs When the passing time My death hides all among the flowers Where the darkest shadow cowers Let's pick lilacs for the passing time My death is in a double bed Shades of oblivion run through my head, pull up the sheets But whatever is behind the door and there's nothing left to do An angel or devil, I don't care for in front of that door, there is you © MORT SHUMAN MUSIC; UNICHAPPELL MUSIC INC; POUCHENEL EDITIONS MUSICALES SARL; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com