The Nails

Stop your crying I don’t need you tears
I’ve been living for long long years
Sick and tired of live that’s why I’m dead
Wooden suit you’ve made for me
Suits me good and I’m peacefully
Lying here, so don’t be so upset
You may bury me today
You may put me to the grave
But don’t hammer in the nails
To my coffin
Nails are a very useful thing
Nail them just to everything
To everything but not to coffin of mine
Build a house or built a boat
Nail your boots 'cause they are old
Simply use your nails the way that’s right
Only thing that left to say
If you’ll somehow see my face
Right behind your window late at night
Do not scream and don’t be scared
There will be no harm in that
If I’ll come to see you one moonlit night