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A haven for drowned animals,
A meeting place for trampled slobs.
On the other side of the border,
On the other side of the water!
Luckily it doesn't rain!
Green skin and hairless body,
you can see countless, many and merciless.
They have broken out of the bags,
all the stones have been thrown from their feet.
one after the other,
for the other,
They are looking for a dry shore.
They are sitting side by side, their heads are in the nose,
the tails are in the nose and the eyes cannot see!
Thankfully it is not raining!
Drowned animals!
Fortunately it doesn't rain!
A haven for drowned animals!
They are prowling around among the bushes,
they are better off there.
Because they are better off there!
And the heart is lighter when they are there,
it is better there, easier when they are there!