Kispál and The Badger
Sika, Kasza, Léc
The Pécsi Szál
A boat or a lime in the fog
while you honk for a long time
The water has disappeared in a gap and fish
You are walking on a foam corpse
There is just a storm in the wind
He cuts an anchovy into your face
You wipe it off, but the movement
According to you, you are tired of fighting
I'm sure you can see it too
What I see
Through my architecture
Now I present it to you
Behind you I see that fire
The Antarctic coasts
I go higher and I see fire
The whole world goes to the UN g
They are thinking, but Pécs is also burning
In pieces and it is finally decided
Help has started and it is very good ¶tt
When the many buckets were sent away
Stags with burning antlers
With bunnies on their backs
Light up the evening t
Guitarists, I don't know
What are you waiting for here
Speak all over
The world, you don't have to many
For him, a sad number is just enough

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