Original lyrics

EN

Fill a coffin with full of soft cotton Feel the black one's heart Who loves the tough coffin? Fill a coffin with full of soft cotton Place him carefully on the top of the white Do not set a lid I'm in a hollow case, he cried Do not shut the door I don't like the dark, he sighed Your mind's going somewhere else Your eyes saw into some farce I am talking about a funeral service The rites must be held with much prudence you've got Countless thanks for our past Hopeless thoughts for our next world The mortal life, it's false The immortal cycle keeps you whirl Who do you expect to be died? The one in black, the whole of himself Who is he, hiding behind you? The one in gray, it changes sometimes Feel the black one's heart Who loves the tough coffin? He should think he's on That cloud up the sky Fill a coffin with full of soft cotton Place him carefully on the top of the white