Trauerfeierlied [English translation]

Melody!

And Silence...

And I gave every obsequy-song the same chance

None was epic and heartbreaking enough

from Queen to Elton John

I won't leave my show at my big funeral to those harps-singers

Here's the Song from the Ceremony Master

The celebration begins, I imagine it to be gigantic

I really hope you have got me an elephant

I see clattering rain

Tears are flowing in the crowd

Children's eyes are asking, when they'll see daddy again

There are still photos, where you can watch me in brawny glory.

I've also had T-shirts and coffee cups made

80 euros, the funerary-chest swallows

Who doesn't get one, can probably also see

pictures of my toned chest on all the private and open channels, in blogs and in all possible weekly papers

I assume that it worked with my modeling career

Anyway, Thanks for the great appearances

But don't fight

A little waiting time and everyone can bow to my coffin

Shhh....

[Hook]

You can do the rest alone

Who didn't flow a tear in their hands today?

You can do the rest alone

That one is a bad person and will be shot by the angels

You can do the rest alone

But everything is going to be well again

You can do the rest alone

Cause you are hearing this song in loop

My last words, before I float to the stars:

You're welcome

Do you hear the wind singing in the trees?

I will show you the way

I am up here, over you

Like I already was during my lifetime

For you, fair maiden, I am an angel in the cloud-realm

When you fuck someone else, I'm gonna be more like a poltergeist

Guys, you're going to miss me, right?

Bear it in mind, I always gave you my house telephone

So many good deeds, dude, even the baker in the village

said, when I'm away, the world's a better place

You can do the rest alone

I mean, the donkey work

Such a mausoleum won't stay stainless on its own

And avenge my murder, but get yourself the home-turf advantage

Because, if he has beaten me, he must be a cyborg

Meanwhile, I surely have gotten a religion

To manage as good as possible

to avoid the fear of the dead sovereign

Have never grandiloquently lived in arrogance

But the Paradises are scrambling to get me, raffle-ticket-booth-like

eyyyyy

[Hook]

Orchestra

Piano

Lighters

Vocal sample

And my last words before I float to the stars,

before somebody puts me in the coffin and digs me in the earth

"I've given you more than you are worth

We don't have to count beans - You're welcome.."

And I gave every obsequy-song the same chance

No band could convince me

So I wrote immediately and fast a

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