Kids are staring at a fallen star, laughing
And the ashes are flying away through a telescope
And the peasants are drinking vodka, dancing around a bonfire
They've killed an astrologer, torn the sorcerer apart!
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Oh how can I
Live my life a little bit longer
How can I prolong the pleasure?
Oh how can I
With whole new threads,
Sew my wonderful way?
The blind books are burning, so are the magic words
And the major secrets are going nowhere
And the mysteries show their sad eyes to the skies
The astrologer's been killed, the scoundrel's been torn apart!
Chorus