Air, he inhaled, is a sacred panacea That was left behind and got into our lungs. Now this precious air may gradually disappear From our sight get back where it belongs.
The day when he resurrects It will put an end To the injustice that’s full of disgrace Catch sight of hope in zeitgeist. And like Jesus Christ Keep carrying on your faith (by his) Air, air, air, air.
He was crucified on the cross But he asked the Lord to give us a chance All his studies are so close To everyone who has been in his stance.