Goodbye, goodbye to the drums
Otherwise wishing for the countdown
I'm leaving to pick lilies in Amsterdam
Fish for the big crawfish underneath the stones
If it's necessary that first one confesses
I prefer to see nothing at all
Goodbye, goodbye, it's less burdensome
All alone I quickly cry "help!"
Nothing makes me more sad than to render the soul
For I don't know which is filth and which is dishonorable
It's necessary at first that one confesses
To what deadline we are dedicated to
Goodbye, goodbye to the drums
Otherwise wishing for the countdown
I'm going to pick lilies in Amsterdam
Fish for the big crawfish underneath the stones
If it's necessary that first one confesses
I prefer to see nothing at all