Mourning Day

Every year we celebrate the mourning day
Every year we can change our smile in tears
In this dismal day you can give vent to your hate and pain...
Hate and pain...
The minstrel plays the funeral march
The dancer without eyes dances between the graves
The crows shout, shout the name of the next one that will die...
Mourning... Mourning day!
Mourning... Mourning day!
The minstrel plays the funeral march
The dancer without eyes dances between the graves...
The crows shout, shout the name of the next one that will die...
Mourning... Mourning day!
Mourning... Mourning day!
Every year we celebrate the death
Every year we cry for the dead
In this day of sorrow you can give vent to your hate and pain.
Every year we celebrate the death
Every year we cry for the dead
In this day of sorrow you can give vent to your hate and pain.
Every year we celebrate the death
Every year we cry for the dead
In this day of sorrow you can give vent to your hate and pain.
Every year we celebrate the death
Every year we cry for the dead
In this day of sorrow you can give vent to your hate and pain.