I still get a hiccup in my throat when I think of that old lick
round, soft, warm and tender and knew how to pet
even though I traveled to foreign countries, I didn't find others so generous
they all went round and round and more, but the former dirt is my favorite
Oh, those old days, they will never come again
oh, those old days, they bring back sad memories
when we spent many nights in the shed of the old dirt
now life is dry and boring and heavy everyday work
Oh, those old days, they will never come back
When the former likka gave her love, my kintuni only carried me in the morning
even then my knee was still weak it felt like a mare's kick
a learned club arrived in the regions, the former likka was soon the maester's mutter
in the master's bed the dreams evaporated and the former likka lost weight
Oh those old times they will never come again
oh those old times wistful memories pour in
when we spent many nights in the former dirt shed
now life is dry and boring and heavy everyday work
Oh those old days they will never come back
Full of information is the master's I don't think he's a passionate Romeo
the former scumbag is only a scumbag when he has to suffer like this
in the end he slapped the poison on his cheek and killed himself next to the master
so the glowing flower of love withered that unhappy girl's hand
Oh, those old days, they will never come back
Oh, those old days, they bring back wistful memories
when in the shed of old dirt we stayed awake many nights
now life is dry and boring and heavy everyday work
Oh, those old days, they will never return

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