And when he'd opened the seventh seal There was silence in heaven I saw some angels They stood before God Seven trumpets in their hands Far from heaven, it's you and me We see, it's too late to talk Golden horses running on Earth Riders lost their way Then the angel took the censer And filled it with fire And cast it in to the Earth And there were voices And thunderings, and lightnings And an earthquake Seven angels which kept the seven trumpets It's too late to talk Déjà Vu - Déjà Vu - Déjà Vu Liebling Liebling, bleib bei mir Sie schießen and they'll win They don't need a reason, they just start We're losing quite a part Small bird is rising, flying high We're tumbling, what a joy So write me a letter and Send it to the moon Cause it's too late to talk