On the day I was born,
You all will dress nicely,
Sit around a table and drink wine from fancy wine glasses,
You will say nice things about me
And celebrate my birthday,
And buy me gifts that you know I don't need, then,
On the day I passed away, the anniversary of my death,
Only a few will sit to my gravestone, back to back,
Drinking beer from plastic bottles,
And smile as you knew,
I am happier way up,
And I miss you too.
