By Nietzsche’s Grave

[Verse]
The great hunter is dead...
I drape his grave in warm floral curtains...
Kissing the cold stone, I say:

[Chorus]
Elusive, I sit on your grave
A ridicule – fairer than you had imagined
Peculiar father!
Your children will not disappoint
They're walking the earth with god steps

[Post-Chorus]
No, really... here is my place
My father's tumble-down grave...
No, really... here is my place
My father's tumble-down grave...

Gods – do forever guard this place
Gods – do forever guard this place

[Chorus]
Elusive, I sit on your gravе
A ridicule – fairer than you had imagined
Pеculiar father!
Your children will not disappoint
They're walking the earth with god steps

[Post-Chorus]
No, really... here is my place
My father's tumble-down grave...
No, really... here is my place
My father's tumble-down grave...

[Outro]
(Where am I?)
We will never disappoint you
(Where am I?)
We’ve got nothing else to cling to
(Where am I?)
We’ve got nothing else to cling to
(Where am I?)
We’ve got nothing else to cling to