Perhaps we all should speak English, like gubbel does?
Perhaps we all should speak English, like gubbel does?
I remember days like this when my father took me to the forest an we ate wild blueberries.
The open steppe, a fleet horse, falcons at your wrist, and the wind in your hair.
To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women.
How do you find the musical?
Oh, shade! Than look at this! You laugh yourself dead!
I only loughed myself half-dead
nun trinkt endlich wieder vernünftiges Zeugs, damit man euch wieder versteht
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave
That makes one comlete dead!