A conversation with Death

I've been dying in my life, and I know that feeling Where all the torments end and the languid hops are sweet That's why I'm waiting for you without fear A dawn-less night and an eternal bed May your hand touch my head And you will erase me from the list of being But before my court, as long as the heart is beating We are equal forces, and I am triumphant You are also submissive to my will every moment You are a shadow at my feet, an impersonal ghost As long as I'm breathing, you're my thought, no more A shaky toy of a yearning dream May your hand touch my head And you will erase me from the list of being But before my court, as long as the heart is beating We are equal forces, and I am triumphant May your hand touch my head And you will erase me from the list of being But before my judgment, as long as the heart is beating We are equal forces, and I am triumphant