you might be good at making love,
Stop acting like a fox, damaging
while ascending.
Just then, a butterfly that size
…and wild angelica.
You’re still in love with him.
I was alone, so I felt a bit shy.
in your heart
on her mound below…
It’s like we’re on a swing.
You must never mention
It hurts.
God of the mountain,
It’s a rabbit’s tooth. A talisman.
Firstly, you may utter no words
you can even crack pine cones
What a marvelous coffin.
from the roots.
It snowed just like in the song.
simply climb upwards and upwards,
She’s eight years younger than you,
You were left abandoned in the valley
Bring some firewood over.
This time an apology isn’t enough.
No matter how hard life is
This is something
Don’t breathe a word about this,
The god of the house is moving.
He bit through the rope and ran away.
just put up with him for one night.
Pass beneath the trees and ascend
Then you have to pray
like a demon…
Good girl, good girl.
Our souls will all go
No more than that.
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