lauantai 20. syyskuuta 2014

Where to fly the nightingale

He's the man the devil's eyes looked at me, 
as a cheap sausage, got inside of me 
despair bells ringing. 
As lot of energy to go hungry, 
she sucked my soul, joy, light and power. 
From within its Slew, the most beautiful 
the voice of the nightingale past. 

There is only this moment here, and now the rainbow 
the sky is out of the disappeared. As early closure of 
the curtains of the most beautiful paradise. 
Eve the apple from the tree of life seized. 
Snake in the ear, then the words 
whispered. Adam shed the paths of seed 
the secret of life. Swamp, the hoe, and Jussi. 
People born juniper woodland warriors, 
brother fought against brother. 

Home Fuel digit moonshine which Jooseppi kitchen, 
and drank. Ryysyranta Jooseppi 
one who supplies, fought for life. 
Oh sweet Finland's land, no water beloved to the beach. 
Where is the branch of its last freak, 
in the world to sing the most beautiful sound,
 where the nightingale flies above my head?

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