you`re not gonna go to heaven you`re not gonna go to paradise and you`re not gonna reach nirvana when you die – when you die...
when you die
i guess you wiill be born again born again a frog i guess you wiill be born again born again a frog
cheap superstition born by the fear of another man’s religion your magic works only here you’re lost in foreign regions and damned by strange and stronger gods with strange and stronger lies who only know why...
when you die
i guess you will be born again born again a frog i guess you will be born again born again a frog
...and every king at the call of history should have a wise man behind him who whispers a silent memento mori into his ears to remind him: „“lazarus arose from the bed but that’s cold comfort when you’re dead remember: you are mortal! “
you’re not gonna go to heaven you’re not gonna go to paradise and you’re not gonna reach nirvana when you die – when you die...
i guess you will be born again born again a frog i guess you will be born again born again a frog.