My Death

My death waits like an old roué
So confident I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time

My death waits like a bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
Weep loud for that and the passing time

My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is bright
Let's not think about the passing time


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My Death, words and music by Jacques Brel.
Translated to English by Mort Schuman and Eric Blau (Note: There are some slight differences in the ordering of words David Bowie sings in the version on Ziggy Stardust The Motion Picture and the other live version on Santa Monica 1972)