Uh! ah! take them!
Uh! ah! take them!
There´s a herd of winged horses there up
Shoot them, shoot them
They will hide the sun
"there´s nothing there up" said the barman
You are drunk
I'll be singing and you will dance
Over the table i'll say "please, give up!"
I've become a ruthless man, my sweetheart
Don't come back
Here he comes the storyteller
Playing songs with his lute
All the children they run behind him
Singing the killinberry blues
Uh! ah! take them!
Uh! ah! take them!
Children smoke at the corridor
They are playing the rythm with bones
They all left their homes
And now they all are ruthless boys
Here he comes the storyteller
Playing songs with his lute
All the children they run behind him
Singing the killinberry blues
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