I remember running in from the yard,
The grandmother will give with vegetable oil a hump,
It was good as a child then,
Though modest, but very tasty.
And now it's like a lump in my throat
Savory bread with expensive sausage,
As if the devil himself had ruined his life
And for God's sake arranged a Wake...
Well, it probably doesn't hurt very much
The heart of Our good God,
My intuition tells me:
He didn't have long to live.
That's why it was quiet,
In people this is the Holy beginning
And pray, don't pray anyway
The fun continues...