Esthetic Education - The King is Dead lyrics

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 future 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 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