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Kispál and the Badger
Sika, Kasza, Léc
One by One (Only You)
I am shooting white
The Earth n they lie spread out
I'm looking for my tome though
It's not my bread to brag
But I won again and
While I was a child
I collected as Winnetou
Many, many, many blond scalps
Szilaj Ló³ and Red Cloud
So I was also a Sioux if
Bika dies, the truly victorious one
Although long ago, the stream called
Wounded Knee
I remember for me now
We also died there a little bit
But mostly it was very embarrassing
That when they buried me
My body was cut off from the grave
It is not I thought that life was beautiful
and then it was burning down there
Something hell, but now
My tower, if I had it
I would kill myself with that
And I wouldn't burn in it any longer
And I would set off as a Great Spirit
To put order in the world
Where there is trouble as Robin Hood
I look in every direction
Where there is good, there is trouble
I would be a millionaire's son< br/>Or Santa, if possible
Santa is a dead Indian