One believes in Mohammed, one in Allah, one in Jesus,
One believes in nothing, one in Satan, in this world
The good religion was created by the Hindoos -
That when giving the ends, we can’t perish or die.

Your soul was striving for the top -
Again you’ll be born with a dream.
But if you lived like a pig,
Certainly you will stay as one.

Let people look at you with laughs, get used to the reproach.
Annoying! So what, you’ll be born as an expert too.
And if you saw your enemy’s death while living in the present,
The other life will present you with a sharp-sighted eye.

Live your life very normally,
There is a reason for your rejoicing -
Well, maybe your soul will settle
In some leader or big boss.

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

You lived as a street sweeper, you’ll be born as a supervisor,
And from a supervisor you’ll be minister for sure.
But if you’re dumb like wood, you’ll be born as an oak,
And you’ll be a tree for a thousand years till you die.

It’s not pleasant to live as a parrot,
Or as a viper with a long age.
But it’s better to live the life
As a decent human being.

But who is who, then who was who - we will never know.
The geneticians have gone crazy from genes and chromosomes.
Maybe that dirty cat was once a good-for-nothing bastard,
While that very nice man was once a loyal dog.

I am jumping from ecstasy,
I am passing temptations.
The most convenient religion
Has been created by Hindoos.