Song about transmigration

(В. Высоцкий - Песенка о переселении душ)

Someone has faith in Allah, but someone belives in Jesus,
Another hasn’t faith enought to spite all other men.
A very good religion has been created by Hindus.
They say that when we die we don’t leave our land.

If your brain strived for perfect mind,
You would be very gifted.
But if you simply lived like swine,
You would be only piglet.

If they look sideways at you, you get used to a sneer.
Well, you’ll be born with talent for tart words, in your next live.
And if you see a death of fiend while you are staying here
In next life will be gifted you a really sharp hawkeye.

Do well. Neglect all minutiae.
So, you may be exulting.
Your soul may settle to a chief
Your present life resulting.

These kinds of situations induce us to imagine.
If somebody was proud, he would be born a fool.
But if you aren’t glad today because of the occasion
You ought to be obliged for you weren’t born a mule.

It’s better act immediately
Then save up your exceptions.
If your life isn’t honestly
A nit is your last station.

Today you are a janitor, in next life you’re a foreman,
This way you’ll be a minister in three or four next lives.
But if you’re dull like oak then you will be born a poplar
And you will be a polar for some hundred long long years.

Offensively to be a snake,
A parrot with long being.
And may be better is to make
Your present life fair dealing.

So, who is who, and who was whom, - we never can to know it.
A science has gone crazy with the genes and chromosomes.
And may be that stray cat was heel in previous life, who noticed?
But this good-looking gentelman was a sagacious dog.

It’s very simple to hold on.
And you can no sin to do.
The very good religion
Was created by Hindus.