1. |
When the fat ducks is dieing,
When their rivers are drying,
When the clouds are flying,
Then the sun is crying. |
2. |
Then the man with the beer,
The two geniuses with wine,
Our leads are still dead,
We bring the sun to shine. |
3. |
God is dead we're alive,
The last switches the light,
Play in clubs we play in halls,
Climb the mountains all! Maria |