IRC-Galleria

There was a Ainslow man, coming and
riding right up on the head,
he was pouring some porridge,
but I didn´t find any way to be poor.

Look, mr.

Just look up right now,
just do it,
and listen.

I´ll have some champagne, now,
bring me another bottle,
bring me champagne on an other bo´le.
The sorrow, won´t be anymore in my veins,
and we are looking for les trains.

So what were you doing here, with me,
are you just keeping me
thinking
that there is no champagne