In his hands, a banner in his eyes logs
Inside it is empty, around him a lot
Like him .
He loves to pour water , he teaches all life,
Calls to keep up where you do not know exactly
Smearing tar.
Zombie plays the trumpet - we dance their dances .
But , God knows, soon he will shake the dust off their feet ,
Spit in the sky and go , leaving us their dreams.
He ate a live rat , he drank the blood of a cobra ,
Burned to the ground witch gathered her ashes ,
Sprinkled them body.
Harod yelling & quot; Hare ! & Quot ;, long enough liquor ,
But , draining the sea, no one could in the morning
Remember his name.
Zombie plays the trumpet ...
Oh, how many there were , each one steeper
And everyone knew the truth , and each one was better
What was before.
Great temple collapsed , leaving only the stones ,
But there is still time for dancing and fun
The glory of the ashes.
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