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Don’t put the branches on top,

don’t put them under either

on top there is no place for branches

there have been enough pokes in life.

Today the ranger went away

yesterday we still chopped wood

look, his boots didn’t come off

they’ve been cut open at the back...

 

 

One, two, three, two, two, three,

women

have their knives up, still you have to

take out on the cutting boards

the abundant angry pain

One, two, three, two, two, three,

women

have their knives up,

today so pragmatic on the kitchen door

today they do not say much

One, two, three, two, two, three,

women

did their weeping as demanded

tables lined around the walls

to make enough room for the dance floor

One, two, three, two, two, three,

women

look, for if you’re dancing well

you may just turn out to be something

a wooden boy can’t become a woodsman!

Do not pull the eyes down shut

in life they’ve seen enough of dreams

at times the vodka has been strong

in evening snow splats down from above

Make your speeches quickly

all that there was has been received

on the barn door by the forest lake,

in the middle of the woodland, burn!