He smoked ganja before death
In the sky his sole spread
He's gone. My God, he's gone
In another day, the other world.

Sounds of death are in my head
I can hear his ganjeous breath
He's gone. My God, he's gone
In another day, the other world.

He left garden in his flat
It can't live without his help
He's gone. My God, he's gone
In another day, the other world.

We are playing in a game
End of life is all the same
He's gone. My God, he's gone
In another day, the other world.

I smoke ganja in the sun
In my dreams his spirit comes
He's gone. My God, he's gone
In another day, the other world.
It's a pity, but he's gone