Lying on a white cloud
He is smiling at the sun’s face
Around him the smell of different flowers
God is speaking softly to him
Some little butterflies flying around
A wonderful voice is singing with passion
The taste of peace and freedom
All over his world
He is feeling safe and affected
From his beauty
Hey my dear – I need you
Come into – my own world
Cause I’m longing – for you
Your bloody smell is my food
You call me – here I am
Be welcome in hell
Welcome in hell
