To my lovely wife

With the coldness of the night I will go,
tomorrow in the church I won't be there.
How many people crying,
and is cold, even with so many people surrended.

I'm sorry my dear, I left you alone,
I'm happy for the life together.
I wish I could stay a little bit more,
to see you again,
drinking a coffee in the afternoon
and saying good morning when the sun shines.

But life is short and you never know.
What do I have now? Nothing, just cold.
I saw you and the kids in the Church, crying.
Don't feel sad my dear, don't feel alone.

I'm always with you, in the sadness day,
and in the happy morning.
don't be sad my dear just remember me,
as I always will, in my not coming back way.