Dulce Mori Cum Amicis
To live and die among your friends,
Is sweet and kind enough.
But living here,
With you and him,
Is pain and fame enough.
I have to leave,
I have to go.
I claimed that I was fine.
But all in truth, I cannot live.
Not happy, tough or blind.
We'll meet again,
Of that no doubt,
I will not let you go.
You are my friend.
My best friend.
It's him that's in the rough.
Is sweet and kind enough.
But living here,
With you and him,
Is pain and fame enough.
I have to leave,
I have to go.
I claimed that I was fine.
But all in truth, I cannot live.
Not happy, tough or blind.
We'll meet again,
Of that no doubt,
I will not let you go.
You are my friend.
My best friend.
It's him that's in the rough.