I would like to be an angel
and so live in Paradise.
There everyone is happy,
the weather is beautiful there, so they say.
I would like to make the trip one day,
and that worries me a bit.
There is no return ticket
from the ever-blue Paradise.
Everyone wants to go to heaven,
yes, but no one wants to die.
No one wants to die.
No one wants to die.
Everyone wants to go to heaven,
yes, but no one wants to die.
No one, no one, no one
wants to die.
My uncle is a miser,
he is dying from deprivation.
He has a fortune in the bank,
he is worth millions.
His doctor says he's going to die,
my uncle says: "Oh no—
I refuse to go
while leaving behind millions."
Everyone wants to go to heaven,
yes, but no one wants to die.
No one wants to die.
No one wants to die.
Everyone wants to go to heaven,
yes, but no one wants to die.
No one, no one, no one
wants to die.
I had a strange dream
that I was on my way to heaven.
I found myself all alone
in the eternal desert.
I saw only St. Peter at the door
with tears in his eyes.
He explained to me why
he was so unhappy.
Everyone wants to go to heaven,
yes, but no one wants to die.
No one wants to die.
No one wants to die.
Everyone wants to go to heaven,
yes, but no one wants to die.
No one, no one, no one
wants to die.
No, no one, no one, no one
wants to die.