Outbound ships longing for faraway places,
what has the homely forest
without cinnamon,
do you understand?
Far from foreign countries,
there longing for faraway places,
On Sunday we are
oh, - bitter orange moon.
Release Solid my lazy bones, ,
release my gallows,
Release laughter - smile mouth,
release, listen to - he talks to you.
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