Kispál and The Badger
Land Adventure Something
The Meadows Are Pale
The Meadows Are Pale
There is no time to kneel down
My house is an apple tree
My car is the goal
Red as smoke in the wind
There is still such a good little life
For the sleepers, the winter lgy
The wind in their hair
Don't sleep too hungry
Or sleep if you want
Your fingers in my hair
Like city pigeons
Sadness close up
Seeds are being examined
I looked at it nearby
All of them passed
I looked at it nearby
All of them passed
The meadows are dying ¡nyak
There is no time to kneel down
My house is an apple tree
My car is the goal
Red as the wind in the wind
Such a good little life there is still
The sleepers have the valley
The wind is in their hair

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