Bread and cheese and the sobs of the cold table Lovers of
bread, cheese and hazelnuts The mourning clothes in the box of
stale bread and burnt halva Silk of the sea
Bread and cheese and walnuts The story of the city of magic Bread
and cheese and almonds An unfinished story
of bread and cheese and vegetables You are worth more than this at the feet of
all the garlands Again the execution of the voice
Again the death of the rose again The
green fire of the forest The hand of the match of madness
has penetrated from our blue tiles, the fountain of blood,
bread, cheese, and almonds, an unfinished story
of bread, cheese, and vegetables, you are worth more than this
, the story of the bad witch who came from books, sitting
on the pulpit, beheading the blood of lovers,
next to the city, the mirror of the green forest was glass,
for your gis that day, as always
, he poured oregano in his skirt until his mother made a tent
. From the smell of the grass of the whole city and full of ticks,
unaware that the witch had stolen her way, she had
drawn a black line on the face of the lady sun,
oh hey, someone should come and say a new poem
for Gis Golabton about the death of the witch,
tell me about the death of the bad witch that came from the books,
Gis Golabtons eyes saw nothing but the night,
there was no air, there was no breath, the story did not end
Grandmas stories, my own mirror
The witchs spell must be with Break your hands
with the hands of your friendship, darkness is not afraid, the
light that is the last profession, enters our story,
it is a pity that the city of the mirror becomes black, your
story, my story, it will be unfinished like this,
oh hey, someone come and say a new poem
for Gis Golabtoun about the death of the witch, tell
about the death of the bad witch that came from the books,
hey hey, someone come and say a new poem
for Gis Golabtoun about the death of the witch
until The poem of Gis Golabtoon is a hopeful poem,
your mirrors are to you, each one of them is the sun,
hey, hey, someone should come and say a new poem
for Gis Golabtoun about the death of the witch.
