See close that you win country.
We have a chick to pluck.
Doorwrestling (= Thüringen)
Now we sit quite beautiful in the ink.
He monkeys me after.
All good things are three.
What the farmer does not know he does not eat.
To talk the mouth fuzzy.
Neck over head.
Go where the pepper grows.
Oh, you green nine.
Sitting here in my sleep-on-train because morning hour has gold in the mouth!
Here is my allday wisdom for you (I tell you no cheese!) in onewallfree English:
You are all lucky mushrooms, so enjoy your life in full trains. Because the life is no pony-range.
It is a juice shop!
But that is us sausage.
We rip ourselves together and are no fear-rabbits!
What must that must - we all scratch the curve one day so all is only half so bad!
We let the pig out today until our hair stands to the mountains! That makes us so fast no body after!