In my family we have
Not so much religion.
When my bride gave birth ,
Some people asked me a question:
'You believe in nothing,
But why would you deprive the little girl
O such a nice sacrament
Which makes the devil spurt out?'

Shouldn't we,
Is it not the moment ,
For wrapping her in her bassinet
And baptize the baby?

Spread water on a child
Is useless, they say.
But do we do something wrong in following
The precaution principle?
For could you ever say
What is in the sky,
Beyond the smokes and filthes
They send in the atmosphere?

The thing doesn't cost anything
And could do the best.
It is like lottery:
It can bring in a lot.
One is always more safe
With all the lucks on his side.
Being christened is like receiving.
The Advantage Card of Carrefour.

Paradise is just like
The Club Méditerranée.
At the entrance is written:
'Here the beach is private!'
And if you have forgotten
To pay the registration fee,
They push you back with their feet
In the boat of Charon.

If I have myself to be baptized,
It won't be easy.
Only the water from a Canadair
Could save me from hell.
And if the water you gave me
Not long ago with your lips
Don't make anything, one must empty
The great dam of the Gileppe.