Flowers fall on you from above,
Round tears roll onto you.
The earth opened its mouth in your honor…
This is your sister above, calling and crying.

No, no, no! Bring him back!
No, no, no! It's not his time yet at all!

Rest your eyes, Oz, rest in peace.
It's dark outside, yet your mother is still here with you,
She can't bring herself to get up and leave you here alone,
She stays, stretched out and begging, with her face to the ground.

No, no, no! Bring him back!
No, no, no! It's not his time yet at all!

Your smile rises within me like the sunset,
Beautiful, beautiful, but disappearing in the darkness,
From the ends of the earth I call to you… How can you not hear?
From a black ram's horn we will anoint you, Oz…
So that every star will know.
In the shelter of His wings you are hidden now and forever
Yet from the angel that touched you we beg:

No, no, no! Bring him back!
No, no, no! It's not his time yet at all!