2018.08.08.
A song about things
A! A-ha! A-ha! A-ha!A! A-ha! A-ha! A-ha!
We can laugh at the Age of the Stone,
We can smile when we hear of it.
But a man millions years ago
Didn’t need many things, which we need.
He lived there relying on nature,
He had meal from a branch and from lakes.
And without bank card or some money
He paid nothing at all. He got everything gratis.
In Greenland and in Italy,
on cloudy or sunny days
The man could carry all his things
on his mighty back.
He wrapped a piece of mammoth skin
around his torso when he went,
his stone axe hung on his side,
a spear was in hands.
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A! A-ha! A-ha! A-ha!
A! A-ha! A-ha! A-ha!
He despised hats and shoes made of rubber
Though winds blew and it rained from the sky.
In a daytime he gathered some brushwood
And the fire warmed him at Mesozoic dark night
He could sleep on a stone or snow,
Never using a blanket or pillows,
He had little then, he had next to nothing,
But he never lost things that were dear to him.
In Greenland and in Italy,
on cloudy or sunny days
The man could carry all his things
on his mighty back.
He wrapped a piece of mammoth skin
around his torso when he went,
his stone axe hung on his side,
a spear was in hands.
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