Fica mais ou menos nisto:

In the times of the crisis, Mickael Carreira and global warning (é com ‘n’ mesmo…) you gadda out-think yourself outside da box and come up bith a really creative coppola of self-fulfilling próphecies that for the masses to circus because of bread shortage.
Then you lay low for about twenty years or so, Ich pockette the monies, you got to keepes da loose change and your newly acquired wisdome and all things become one and a river runs thru’ it (and if you can’te see the sunne is because it don’t shine anymore, just turn up the lights).

Conforme se vê, englishe gives you so much more… juste keepe youre hopes high and me pockets full. Many tanques para si também.