Rolling on, four bucks of time should still be paid for me! Yeah. In little time dozener of time I will be. Floating into the agua.
The icy, funny funeral time has come. 24 hours+. Massively, smelly. Not of the nice flowers. These are rotten fruits. Must smash them.
I am getting relaxed, taking my own advice. Hope you will do the same. Just listen to my last time story. Getting better all the tempo.
posted by pzi | 1:22 AM
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Me and my car (chapter three)
We go and I look at ourself
As we cross the dying world
We stop to eat at the only tree
...
I havent spoken to anyone for week
I only have shot a star
It was drinking at the lake
She sent her nacklace to her children
This made me feel troubled
So at night I looked for living thing.
And I have found a cheap one
I think it was good for her too
Becaouse she was cuddling much
But with a forced motion
I got out from her arms and I said
"Dont be araid of saying goodbye"
"I will never forget you" she said
when I was already at the door.
"No" I said, but in my mind
I already looked at ourself again:
Me and my car...
(Skunk, free translation by Kocka )
Super!
This is even more better than the prev one. Continue the excellent translation work. But please, consult with Skunk's license manager. :D
Thanks :) Lets see another song
"Just a little longer"
You are a kid yet
Your mum wakes you
Becaouse you have to take
The bus at 7
But you just lie in the bed
And you are so good
And it will be so bad
"Mum, just a little longer!"
SmallPaul and the Skunk, as usual. Next time a Quimby song, I guess you like those more.
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