The night is cold, but the wind is quiet, There is only a whisper left of your last breath. I cover you with my hand, hoping you feel no pain, And watch a white dove part from you. It looks at me for a moment with eyes that hold no fear, Before flying gently away, turning into a memory, dust. The white dove flies over snow-white meadows, And with it you depart—far away, far away. The pain flies away, all the wounds depart, Only a memory remains, a quiet, evening chime. You walk toward the light, to where there is no night, And my heart is here, and will remember you forever. I know that you are free, that you are no longer alone, That you watch over us from above and are a guiding light. In the chair by the window, where you were until today, I seem to see your silhouette and hear your voice. In every silence, in the emptiness around me, I feel your spirit, in every new day for me. The white dove flies over snow-white meadows, And with it you depart—far away, far away. The pain flies away, all the wounds depart, Only a memory remains, a quiet, evening chime. You walk toward the light, to where there is no night, And my heart is here, and will remember you forever. I will miss you, I will miss you so much. Every day I will wake up with the hope that this didn't happen, that you are here beside me. I will open the old albums and relive all the memories again. The white dove flies over snow-white meadows, And with it you depart—far away, far away. The pain flies away, all the wounds depart, Only a memory remains, a quiet, evening chime. You walk toward the light, to where there is no night, And my heart is here, and will remember you forever. Far away... far away... The dove flies... ...And with it, you.
