Nitberg - Nitsanger
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Shart the clearing of the strands
With a fish in a -alest voice
Wobblely crashing on the ground
Pir of worms is prepared for her

Hands of outstretched palms
Burned with nails
No questions - no answers
The nail does not tolerate an explanation

Whoever appears in vain fire,
Having created a straw shield
His wife will warm his side
The heat of passion is one -day

The wolf in the mouth to throw diamonds
What to run down with fire
There are no shelters in the mouth of the wolf
Only the brilliance of bloody fangs

Who is around the shutter
His mouth will be filled with shells
Its storm - excited by the belly
In the surfacing front, drowned

Who is asking all the time
In the thoughts floating trough
Screaming the gulls dispersing
The sun drags to the horizon

Quiet stink of humbiation throwing
Sends curses - whisper is terrible
Good feast
For slaves in the stable of living

That the mansions of them are the owners
In the piglet born
That they were Sich - steel
In fights with pigs
That they ting - husbands decision
Beching

Tile three times
Merry three times
Say goodby three times
Hope three times

Grout without account
Enough and repent
Death only once
Science will not work