When I’ll be traveling in a hearse
And you will be an living corpse.
Grudging words, Adieu! Adieu! Adieu!
will occur upon your arid lips.
When I’ll be the traveler in a hearse.
People will be encouraging you.
Few will be saying, “Don’t cry.
Few will be saying, “Be brave.
But they will forget
You have been a living corpse.