This was all my treasure
Finally, I am giving it to you
Dance happily
On my bloody chuncks

Your wish has been accomplished, the pig-killing fest will happen
But don’t expect anything from the pig
Don’t hold me the four of you I’m not kicking anymore
I’m not afraid of knife for a long time, I knew you’d kill me

Don’t expect anything, I’m not shouting back
My blood, pouring out my neck, is not even that clean
Gather it in a pan, you bloody, gastronomic black pudding
Put it in front of me, pulling it in my bowels

Work is over I am in pieces
I finally gave out my wild, dirty soul
But one more time my master let’s sit down at the table
Let’s taste my sossage it is not that bad

See, I’m still good for something
You lick your lips when you are stuffing your face with my greacy meet
This was all my treasure, finally, I’m giving it to you
Dance happilly on my bloody chuncks

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