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{Edvard Munch in Christiania
Painter in the poor capital of
A spoon-like strip of land
He painted a self portrait in Hell
And herald Death speaking French
His anguish is remembered
And works of art extolled
Munch}
Dwellers of Christiania, feel my anguish!
Heaven the low burns a fire, but you do not see up
You look at me with green faces
Never will you ever understand!
Inhabitants of Christiania, feel my anguish!
I raise my gaze towards it the flames of descending heaven
And you see, you see
You see my self-portrait in hell
{Death}
Je suis venu pour recolter les malades
Je suis venu pour fêter leurs maladies
La misere me nouritt
La misere me renforce
Il n'y a plus de Bible dans salle des malades
Il n'y pas de livre parmi les malades
Succombs, mes enfants, à la nécessite de la mort
Succombs, mes patients, Ã vortre humble docteur