Anssi Kela
Miscellaneous
Mrs Ruusunen
I look at the ceiling, I listen to the voices.
Again Mrs Ruusunen, playing her cello.
I know this song, I heard it before.
There are words to it that I don't remember.
He moved upstairs, moved in.
After that Jokimaa, who got into the castle.
I look at the ceiling , I listen to her playing.
And I imagine what she is wearing.
She is a wonderful woman, Mrs. Ruusunen.
I can't rest, h I'm just thinking.
Once we went, in the elevator together.
There, in plastic bags, butter and buttermilk.
And I wanted to, I confess.
But I just kept saying that you don't have a watch?
And the asshole, she's a little bitch.
Mr. Ruusunen, that little Hitler.
A woman like that, you deserve better.
I'd give anything, a woman like that.
But it's still changing.
First, of course, I'll push that Hitler into the garbage pit
And Mrs. R , I'm taking it to the south.
somewhere warmer, I can't save it anywhere.
But those brats, they can freeze Get out into the cold.
They draw on the walls, and piss in the elevator.

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