Kispál and A Borz
Press Rock
It's half-time in the press let's go
Says the bald strongman who will be the winner of the evening
- Well - I say, - I'd like to drink a little more
- You see this here in front of me,
But at the end of the sentence< br/>He leads me out to the gate that it's lit
Time waits here and leaves him
They laugh inside
But whatever, Time is coming< br/>How can you tell me what?'
The rivers will get clogged up in a good year
and the whole country will become a swamp
And if the wood comes out It's your cuckoo a few times
I cut something in my hand
So how can you be the last one
That what was will be nothing more
Here we stand in some summer
In Lake Balaton, my liver has a mouth
The water melts like butter from the moon
A school of fish snorts between our hairs
Time to give this back
Tell me why it's so rare
When everything is mostly in place
Woman and I are given as a devoted young man, and the Hungarian land, a true pair of Germans has fallen outside
It doesn't matter, eh I'm not advertising for tomatoes
I know you make the paste from imported material
I dig them and crush them
Polyot in their mortar,
Now it's time ´ return this
Say; why is it so rare
When for the most part everything is in its place
There is a girl, there is a girl
A girl from Hungary, Hungarian land
It's true that a couple of Germans have been knocked out
It doesn't matter, I'm not the tomato
I'm advertising, I know how it came
You cook the mass from material
I'm digging and destroying the Sebastián
The dirt in their mortar, but I
I know how it was, I was there

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