Gray rain fell at night
As they carried you home
That you never woke up
Doesn't upset the world
It doesn't matter that there's no pile of flowers
Up is poured out for you
You couldn't buy anything for it
Once you're down there!
Not a soul cries for you
You won't leave a widow behind
Not even the drinking buddies
They now hold their glass tighter!
And hope that the tears flow
You're probably waiting in vain
You couldn't buy anything for it
If You only live down there!
You didn't have time
To write your will
You never had anything â
You don't have anything to leave behind either!
That's why no executor holds court
Immediately after your death
And look to you, good old man
What is worth and what is not!
Finally, at the Last Judgment
Is there also the right of the poor
And that's not so bad
You know: Blessed are the poor!
If you had lots of money
Fame and prestige, gold and shine â
You couldn't buy a lawyer
To the trial at the court!
From six planks of raw wood
You become Build a house for you â
If I were God, I wouldn't be proud
Even to spoil your death!
But let's do it without the pomp and circumstance
Without hand-knitted splendor
It's not so tight in there
On the journey into the night!
A horse, already weak with age
In front of the rotten ladder cart
Follow one Gravediggers after
To bury you in the sand
The priest couldn't come today â
He has so little time
The devil just brings the pious
To the train of eternity!
Basically, your death makes me happy
Because it's even worse than on earth
With the best will in the world, it can't be
Hell will be for you!
And now that they're burying you
You can hear the tinkling from the church tower â
Old friend, it's nothing like hell
I bet you'll go to hell Heaven!

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