When I find Denmark in rotten trouble
father ghostly comes to me.
Misinterpret wisdom:
"Not to be."
And in late hours of darkness
he is standing right in front of me.
Misinterpret wisdom:
"Not to be."

Not to be, not to be, not to be, not to be.
Misinterpret wisdom:
"Not to be."

And when my broken-hearted mother with my uncle chose to be
that's a lousy answer.
Not to be!
His head from body parted, that really should be done by me.
That's a better answer:
Not to be!

Not to be, not to be, not to be, not to be.
Is that my final answer?
"Not to be."

Not to be, not to be, not to be, not to be.
Misinterpret wisdom:
"Not to be."

(instrumental break)

And when the play is rowdy
and the royal family is watching
Claude will live tomorrow?
Not to be.
He'll wake up to the sound of vengeance
his conscience I am catching.
Land is plunged in sorrow.
Not to be.

Not to be, not to be, not to be, not to be.
We all die, such sorry.
Not to be.

Not to be, not to be, not to be, not to be.
That's my final answer:
"Not to be."

Not to be, not to be, not to be, not to be.
Misinterpret wisdom:
"Not to be."