To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

Ich bin bald zurück. Versprochen.

Auch Azteken kommen in den Himmel. Vor allem wenn sie waren wie Du.