|Living is short, dying is fast|
Will you remember me on a cold winter day
When you go past this place where I lay
Will you never lose me in your memories?
When sorrow and grief try to make you insane
Will you always love me even when 30 years passed?
River, this is a love that will forever last
Longer than the day that I pass
|Julia Hübner - Flensburg,
March 17, 2005