Don't sing sad songs for me when I die, dear, No need to put roses on my grave nor shade cypresses Let the green grass that covers me be drenched with rain and dew Remember me if you will forget me In the long dusk of forgetfulness, the sun does not rise nor fade I may or may not remember you, I may have forgotten you... I can no longer see the shade of the ground, I can no longer feel the sweetness of the dew. I can no longer hear the nightingale's song in the darkness of the night...