With sharp tongues and shouts
Let's join the table
Everyone thinks we're invited
But we're just the cockroaches
Freedom of fools
Sound of whistles
Wine and women
For life
A minstrel knows no boundaries
Where he sings is his home
And with his wild dances
He provides fun and A feast for the ears
We stir in burnt pots
Rooms in your heads
Oh and woe, moans, screams
We hit tired flesh
/>Fair ladies, noble gentlemen, we can swear loudly
The meal we have prepared is filled with rich gifts
Entrails for the soul, blood for a love potion
Horn and bones for the stayer, fat for the swan song
Adam's apples, which are poisoned, ensure the best dream
And a miracle grass ignites sensual joy in the room
Half-ripened sweets, donkeys, sheep and a camel
We can prepare anything, blameless, without blemish
Necklaces, rings, a crown, stolen goods for consumption
For the fruits that are forbidden are even more delicious
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