Now all are born, those who will accompany me
at my funeral

My burial shroud is prepared and stocked
somewhere

The one that will drive the hearse
just got his driver license

All those who will hustle down the roses
now walk together

And now all starts all over
again

The clock is ticking
The time hangs still
The clouds are gathering

The rain that will fall then
now vaporizes

The ground is smiling