The King Is Dead - Esthetic Education
A la guerre comme á la guerre
Tout est foutu
How strange was the woman
With the crooked nose
Who read your future
In the palm of your hand
One fine day
You were walking in a gipsy fair
And found out your destiny
Isn't it really strange
That a woman can see the do ther
The king is dead
The queen is crying
And birds fly overhead
The king is dead
The queen is crying
And birds fly overhead
These words engraved in your mind
A prediction of old age and fame
In the third of your life a wife
And daughter by your side
You will travel and be amazed
How strange these happenstances
For a penny your future
Coming around around around around around
The king is dead
The queen is crying
And birds fly overhead
The river runs
Great flood of tears
And birds overhead
Everything is changing
Nothing stays the same
There's nothing to fear all is well
The king is dead
The queen is crying
And birds fly overhead
The river runs
Great flood of tears
And birds overhead
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid
Everything changes
Everything goes