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As I went by, today, there was this path I followed and there were some boys who were playing with guns, it seemed. One of the boys was a king of the gunland and the guns were his subjects. King was overthrown by his own people as the instrument fell off his hand. Hit the ground. Ground had leaves on it. Ground was red. Blood. I stood and watched for a while until it occured to me: I must make lunch, so I grabbed the weapon of the dead king, and it started to sing. It sang until silence, sweet violence. I took the king by his hand. And. Everything went as I'd planned. Until the king started screaming again, inside my head. But in vain, I knew as well as he did that he's dead. Bang. Bang. The Dead King.

"Me ollaan...."
"Don't do it, man!"

Soy entusiástico ahora
Creciendo impaciente, ahora
Deseo estar libre
Rotura que viene los grillos
Voy a estar libre
Crecimiento libremente a estar con usted.

I could say I'm content, but that'd be only half the truth
I could say I'm happy, I'm still living my youth
I could say I'm ok, but that'd be quite lifeless
I could say I'm fine, but that's just lies

'Cos I'm feeling AWESOME, and I'm feeling!
'Cos I'm feeling TERRIBLE, and I'm longing!
'Cos I'm feeling SUPERB, and I'm loving!
'Cos I'm feeling ALIVE, and I'm living!

Miks sitä haluu,
aina mitä ei voi saada?
Miks ei tajuu,
et ei se unelmia kaada,
ei kaada jos ne
toteutumatta jää?

Satu, ei satu ei,
jos se on vaan satu.
Katu, hei katu hei,
sä oot vaan katu.
Miks vielä valos nään,
vaik... niin.
Koska se vaan menee niin.
Ei tänään.