Poniurto renslita da rita
Un renslita da rita hakuchō uta
Nousils eso nouselles manger un pan.
Poniurto renslita da rita
Amovo oirterru core du pan.
Itsudesu elle amovo oirterru un pan,
Eso itsudesu il amovo oirterru un pan,
Cere'eswa amovo oirtteru communisme abekku les robotosa.
Amu astai cere un jupe deshire,
Amu astai cere un sabots de bois,
Itsudesu nonya manger le pan.
Poniurto renslita da rita
Un renslita da rita hakuchō uta
Nousils eso nouselles manger un pan.
Poniurto renslita da rita
Amovo oirterru core du pan.
Amovo oirterru du pan.
Amovo oirterru du pan.
Anglaise
For solidarity
A swang song for solidarity.
The many boys and girl eat bread.
For solidarity
To have this bread.
When she has bread
And when he has bread,
It is having communism with robots.
Was it a torn dress?
Was it wooden clogs?
When they eat the bread.
For solidarity
A swang song for solidarity.
The many boys and girl eat bread.
For solidarity
To have this bread.
To have some bread.
To have some bread.
Just a few days ago there was an interview,
Of some guy I'd prefer to forget.
All that to say, overpopulation is not a thing,
That pollutes in and of itself.
Other causes are very much a thing.
I remember when I had to learn German,
Yet I much prefer to learn some French.
But I suppose Hafestra will do in a pinch.
To quench that salted wound.
It's something else when there is only blonds,
Preached at by deranged men,
That only him is visited by their kin.
Among other things, the homophobia is for the birds.
It's something else when there is only blonds,
That seem to feel as if it's right,
To genetically breed homosexuality,
Out of their chosen race, as if that were right.
And to top it all of, there is that toilet paper,
And all those telepathic training sessions,
And then you say goodnight.
Say what you want of some other breadtuber,
Even though he might retaliate,
It's just not quite the same,
As ancient star maps and sinister gifts.
That tell of Talmud Emmanuel.
Yet now here I am despite it all.
Because I have no gods or masters,
And I wont fall.
Wa fille sabots de bois sonwa corera,
Core amu astai poniurto les filles.
Wa fille sabots de bois sonwa corera,
Corero sonwa abekku le jupe deshire.
We fille jupes deshire corero un deshire.
Poniurto les filles amovo oirterru les sabots de bois,
Eso du pan, corero sonwa nonya abekku l'eau.
We fille jupes deshire corero un deshire.
Corero nouselle nam nouselles.
Nonya amovo oirterru l'eau.
Nonya amovo oirterru l'eau.
Anglaise
The girl's wooden clogs are these,
That was for the girl.
The girl's wooden clogs are these.
Those are with the torn dress.
The girl's torn dress that is torn,
For the girl that has wooden clogs.
And some bread, those are non with the water.
With the girl's torn dress, those are torn.
Those many girls named many servant girls.
Do not have water.
Do not have water.
Sung Hafestra
Vafiye sabote bwasonwa coley lah,
Koh reh muh stay pon oor to luh fey.
Vafiye sabote bwasonwa coley lah,
Cohley loh sonwabuh kuhley joopah duhshe rey.
Vafiye joopah duhshe ray coley loh
Pon oor lahfiyamo voortair roo luhsabo dahbwa.
Ehsoh dupahn, cohley lohswa nonyabuh behku loh.
Vafiye joopah duhshe ray coley loh,
Cohley lonoo ey ahnamo ouseyah.
Nah yamo voortair ruh loh.
Nah yamo voortair ruh loh.
You’ll always find someone to argue with,
It’s almost like they want vegans to be a minority group.
They think of themselves as a troop,
When all they do is whine about Birkenstocks,
Without caring about what you think.
In this world I call my home,
That seems to have outlasted Rome,
There is no guillotine or a dictator per say,
Only ugly voices on the internet every day.
Perhaps the solution is so simple,
Don’t be a legionnaire or a troo
per,
Vegans are almost like shit.
You wouldn’t even toss them down the drain.
It’s a worse polluter than a landfill,
And I suspect many are shills,
For frozen dinners and Jelly beans.
All that with no frills.
In this world I call my home,
That seems to have outlasted Rome,
There is no guillotine or a dictator per say,
Only ugly voices on the internet every day.
So lets not gate keep the left,
And act like Jelly Beans,
All flushing down the sink.
While critiquing people's Birkenstocks.
Po nu ir to
Un ba na ne
De ki ma su ka?
Ar im ah zoo ka!
Me ci ri ga toh
Ar im ah zoo ka!
Suzuki Adalaide amovo oirterru un orenji,
Eso cere'eswa vert eso l'orange.
Abekku un orenji core eswa l'orange,
Corera core sonwa l'orange amovo oirterru le vert.
En le jupe deshire eso sabots de bois,
Elle amovo oirterru un rurulo rupa,
Core mange un anola aupsiangi,
Core rurulo rupa, core rurulo rupa,
Mange un anola aupsiangi eso l'ericisiui.
Suzuki Adalaide amovo oirterru un rurulo rupa,
Eso cere'eswa noir eso gris.
Un renslita da rita
Poniurto un
Rurulo rupa, abekku
Un renlita da rita.
Elle mange un ceikan poniurto l'deke fumeri,
Amovo oirterru un porc abekku du pan.
Eso abekku un porc eso espice,
L'nuit es un bonne nuit.
Elle mange un ceikan en l'deke fumeri.
Eso abekku un banane, elle amovo oirterru du pan.
Elle mange du pan de banane en jupes deshire.
Eso abekku un banane, elle amovo oirterru du pan.
Elle mange eso bonne nuit.
-- Je nam wa Saito Annabelle.
Even though I like to play this song,
For me, madomoazele, I haven't sung in so long.
Despite the flow of sounds sounding like a bug,
They embrace each key and sound like a hug.
And play every single note.
In the notes called life, even in total silence,
One can still hear the sounds of the rain.
Perhaps its better to be a piano,
Perhaps its better to be a guitar,
Off key, off chord,
With the flow of words like sonnets,
Hanging on to every word.
In the notes called life, even in total silence,
One can still hear the sounds of the rain.
Of course! They could learn a lot from us!
How to throw each other under the bus.
We could throw a party,
About who gets to eat the cake,
In a room where we can bake,
And vote for best candidate
To be shot off in a rocket to the moon,
Bringing with them only a birthday cake.
When we could fight with solidarity,
Why do we choose to split and become sectarian?
Perhaps it's because one eats meat the other not,
The only thing with solidarity,
Is the bile and snot.
The right could learn a lot from us,
How to throw each other under the bus.
Instead of throwing each other under the bus,
Lets go with solidarity, and make a fuss.
Poniurto two dias, elle amovo oirterru un banane abekku du pan.
Moishi es coupe en la guillotine, elle renslita da rita.
Poniurto two dias, elle amovo oirterru un banane abekku du pan.
Moishi es coupe en la guillotine, elle renslita da rita.
Eso une papillon eso coupe en two.
Dekimasu ka la guillotine,
Poniurto le pan de banane?
Un perdu la fille coupe en le cou,
Elle renslita da rita,
Ponuirto elle eswa coupe en le cou,
Abekku la guillotine.
Eswa'cere le colour de rouge?
La guillotine eswa rouge!
Elle eswa nonya abekku un cous.
Elle tete eswa ponuirto la guillotine,
Elle cous eswa un rouge cous.
Elle tete eswa ponuirto la guillotine,
Vous wa la guillotine abekku les tetes.
English
A lost girl cut in the neck,
Her solidarity.
For she is cut in the neck
With the guillotine.
Is it the color of red?
The guillotine is red!
She is not with a neck.
Her head is for the guillotine.
Her neck is a red neck.
Her head is for the guillotine.
You are the guillotine with the heads.
Kohi ga hoshi renslita da rita poniurto du pan
Poniurto nouselle la ponpieru,
Kohi ga hoshi renslita da rita poniurto du pan
Poniurto nousil le shompier.
Kohi ga hoshi renslita da rita poniurto du pan
Poniurto le flic eso la flic.
Kohi ga hoshi renslita da rita poniurto du pan
Poniurto le presacho eso la presacho.
Kohi ga hoshi renslita da rita poniurto du pan
Poniurto nouselle eso nousil.
Poniurto un rurolo rupa nonya renslita da rita,
Itsudesu mange un anola aupsiangi.
Poniurto un kitresuna nonya renslita da rita,
Itsudesu mange un l'ericisui.
Whether it's the death penalty,
Or if it's private prisons,
You should always lead with feeling,
And not what's in the bank.
As it is its own private prison,
While you let your mind do the wank.
I had once liked guillotines,
Because I liked the blood.
Because I always hated suffering,
For the people in the hood.
You can be pragmatic,
While others are emotionally didactic.
I had a friend who led their life with their mind,
While I let my emotions about issues unwind.
Because of this you need to lead with feeling,
And not what's in the bank.
Because when you go with money in the bank,
Then those desires can quickly change.
And you become a wank.
And that is worse than private prisons,
When that's how you choose to wank.
It's easy to be someone who wants a fan,
And for them to do anything you can.
Yet for me it's not so simple for this like of mine.
You're a fool if you find them so divine.
What I'm a fan of that is only mine.
Suppose instead I gave you an ear,
But instead it's only lectured throughout the year.
Sometimes its better to be on your own.
Even if that means only silence,
Than to live with regrets and no love
For the art of your special silence.
That silence inside your mind,
Louder than all the Earth, in its girth,
There is a morbid fascination in obscurity,
Even if it gives only anxieties.
Under this ungrateful soul called the Earth.
My life in two
For this one tune
Longing.
For the
Release
From pain.
It was a personal self-destruction,
That they called my subversive desires.
For my soul I was consumed entire.
Personal nihilism darting out,
Like fireworks burning in a fire.
Everything is all vivid and visceral,
Like the pain of losing your eyesight,
In the looming sunset,
And then you only say goodnight.
There was a time I had a temper,
But when you grow old and tired,
Sometimes it's better to whimper and let it go
Melt away, and say goodnight.
My life in two
For this one tune
Longing.
For the
Release
From pain.
To think that I am only dust,
Just an insignificant speck of rust
In this morning of burned trusts,
When all the world has turned to rust
And beneath this decayed Earth called the crust
Are different forms of metallic debris,
Everything is beneath the rotten crust.
It doesn't matter who it is you love.
When there is nobody you can trust,
Beneath the rotten Earth in it crust.
It was a personal self-destruction,
That they called my subversive desires.
Sometimes it's better to whimper and let it go
Melt away, and say goodnight.