No one wants to talk about death,
But there is nothing to be scared talking about it,
When you lie down facing the ceiling,
Seeing people wearing bluish green scrubs working on you,
And all you can do is wait,
You have all the time to think about life and death.

No one wants to talk about death,
But there is nothing to be scared talking about it,
You think of instant electric cremation in the place where you die,
Placing the ashes in a beautiful urn to be taken back home where you were born,
You don’t want to give any trouble carrying a lifeless body,
You don’t want anyone to remember the face of a lifeless body.

No one wants to talk about death,
But there is nothing to be scared talking about it,
Resting the ashes at home in the birth place,
Singing beautiful country songs,
Family and friends wearing their best colorful clothes with smiles of good times,
Planting beautiful flowers on the grave.

No one wants to talk about death,
But there is nothing to be scared talking about it,
The resting place becomes a place of beauty with flowers blooming,
Passer by stops to smell the fragrance of the flowers,
Visiting your resting place someday by your kins will be the only connection to your birthplace,
Knowing that you would rest in peace.