My party was
Smileys that were
From Fairies somewhere
But now lies elsewhere
My sore arm
In the crumpled silk
It is better that I stayed
With my little wolf
In heart of hurricane
Someone – look!
Carves my tombstone
carves and sobs
Why am I, so young,
On cemetery brought
By the hands of Army Death
In funeral march unison
Custom very old
But look!
There is no trouble anymore
The farce of an artist
Is completed furthermore