Am Tag, als die Blumen Trauer trugen

I'll never forget the words of the old woman by the sea
She took my hand and softly said
He will go on a journey, colorful dreams will follow him
From the night, there is no return

Then came the day when the flowers wore mourning
Then came the day when the world turned crimson red
You wanted to dream, to be the king of the night
To be free like the wind
But now the flowers of mourning are red

Silent days pass me by
I still see your face before me
When you said, Come, I'll show you
Pictures in the most beautiful colors
Things we just can't understand
But I was too afraid to go with you

Then came the day when the flowers wore mourning
Then came the day when the world turned crimson red
You wanted to dream, to be the king of the night
To be free like the wind
But now only the mourning flowers are red

Dust as white as snow lay in your hand
When they found you that morning

Then came the day when the flowers wore mourning
Then came the day when the world turned crimson red
You wanted to dream, to be the king of the night
To be free like the wind
But now the flowers of mourning are red

Then came the day when the flowers wore mourning
Then came the day when the world was still crimson red