A keresés eredménye

Stars of heaven

Seeds of stars from heaven
Flood their lighting freshet
Lord is blessing by his own
Our heaven's deck
Iron dust blows over
Below the roofing
That one powder, just like power
Covers the winged track
 
Chorus:
What a starful is night!
Look, heaven is jaunting!
 
I am going to take the trident
That's a pitchfork really
Going beyond the wide horizon
Where the power's not chilling
Where the power's jaunting coxy
With a kind of catttles
Never naming all those oxen
But lanterns and candles
 
Chorus:
 
Going to take this scurvy power
With my pitchfork battle
'Tis not the power, but a tallow
From that kind of cattle
And thereafter in a spinglet
I'll wash the pitchfork clearly
'Tis not a pitchfork, but the trident
That yields the power really