World of Warcraft (№ 361178)

Do not weep at my grave,
My spirit never rested in it.
I became a smile and a kind word,
Winds and Blizzard over the snowy Northrend.
Dew on the fields that blithely plays
Under the morning sun in the Western Region.
Why be sad, because I had now become the
Endless sunset in Stranglethorn.
And my voice sonorous shed a treble,
Thunder eternal Nagrand.
I am the light of the moon lit up the terrace
And sleepy the roof of the night Darnassus
Cool rain your tears I will wash
Don't, look, don't cry over me!
Do not stand over the grave, night or day.
I'm around, my dear, I'm in your heart.