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Oh How Wonderful It Is

Oh, how wonderful it is
The prescience of the divine heart
That has foreseen every living being
 
Because when God examined
The beauty of man
That he had shaped
He considered all his works
With this form of man
To be complete1
 
Oh, how wonderful the soul is
That makes man stand out in such a way
 
  • 1. What this means is: 'When God looked at the beauty of man, he knew he could not create anything greater.'
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Universal Snowfalke

Should have just
Should have just been like others
Be quiet like others, mouths shut
Quiet about Teemu Selänne 1
But talking brought the bread and took it from the front of me
I don't dare to screw up here
I am the stickman, who will vlog me to the death?2
I touch the screen, search for gut feeling
Reality is tough, my home is sack fluff
 
Kali Yuga, I can't hesitate anymore
Summer recreating, my ass doesn't fit into the seat
The spirit of Hegel, taming the drudge
The black snow falls
The mouth is open, I shut it
There wasn't anything own, I was just imagining
Not my own fingerprint, the unique retina
Dodge, we're cutting a lot to a bunch
Cane bundle, skinhead cross flag
 
I don't see, I don't see
The road to anywhere here
Cut off my head, I can't get away otherwise
My head, my head, full of shit is my head
These eyes, pierce them so that I can't see shit anymore
 
Morning exercises, a hundred trade union moves
I wake up at six, squeezing to the traffic to hurry
Pasi told me to buy Air Maxes
We had team jumpsuits like it would always be penkkarit 3
I am drooling over my neighbor's cattle and wife
You grow straight, I am attention whoring
A moment will be granted, that 15 sec
So that you will turn yourself in and that you can be cleaned out
 
Bullying smaller ones is the only common delight
I shout my own facts 120 kg on me
Freedom of speech, bullshit disease
Jackets open, dummies, it's mass season now
My whole life I have stood on my head
If I had chosen correctly, I'd be a specialist doctor
But I just can't sign this
I amn't for or against this, I just want to detach
 
I don't see, I don't see
The road to anywhere here
Cut off my head, I can't get away otherwise
My head, my head, full of shit is my head
These eyes, pierce them so that I can't see shit anymore
 
The glass is not half full, it's shattered
The water turns into wine, now it's urine
The words shattered to the sayers' teeth
And all snowflakes are identical
 
The glass is not half full, it's shattered
The water turns into wine, now it's urine
The words shattered to the sayers' teeth
And all snowflakes are identical
 
This is the return of the beginning of the end
Long knives and cowardice
Think hard about what you want
-when it comes true afterall
'So I have changed?'
The other mirror to the other one
I am stuck on a bar stool
The Earth rotated to the right
 
Who has the means to say
'No minimum wages!'
50's stone house
Being mad at mom
Oh, so we are now picky
When shitty jobs aren't good enough for us?
We should be kilometers when we are born
But we just owe our lives
 
I don't see, I don't see
The road to anywhere here
Cut off my head, I can't get away otherwise
My head, my head, full of shit is my head
These eyes, pierce them-
...And all snowflakes are identical
 
  • 1. Teemu Selänne
  • 2. Risumies
  • 3. Penkkarit

Books (reprise)

[Professor Abronsius:]
Elegies, cantatas,
Letters, chronicles and dates,
Plagiarisms, surrogates,
Catechisms, summaries,
Odes, fables and pamphlets,
And frivolous plots,
Bound in silk, velvet and leather,
Seem to have been kept in here
For hundreds of years!
 
[Alfred:]
— Professor, I've found Sarah!
 
[Professor Abronsius:]
Robespierre, da Vinci, Lessing
And Boccaccio together with Dante,
Dickens, Darwin, Goethe, Heine
And Rostand's ardent genius,
Thomas Moore, Diderot and Byron
In perfect condition,
And Cervantes, and Seneca.
There is no library like this
In the whole world!
 
[Alfred:]
— But she doesn't want to be rescued.
 
[Professor Abronsius:]
A legacy was bequeathed
To future generations,
Otherwise, without a doubt,
We would have stayed ignorant.
Who feeds on wisdom,
In him intelligence awakes,
And customs improve,
And truth comes
Into the world!
 
— Have you memorized all this well, my boy?
 

Palpal

[Chorus]
The name’s Palpal
With or without pretext, we celebrate
They call me Palpal
The haters force themselves
I swore Palpal
I hear nothing but I can read their lips
And I read Palpal
In two words Palpal
Hey Hey Hey Hey
 
[Verse 1]
An asshole and a good guy in the same body
A “free hugs” sign and a handgun in the
same box
I’ll do all in order to be liked as
A friend, a lover, an idol
Or a grocery store open till five in the morning
I never leave if I am still alive
I’m the winner of the game
I want a world with only mirrors
A radio that only plays my music
You need a savior, but I only wanna please myself
I was already very egocentric
Before I had anything
Doesn’t that tell you to be a bit more stylish?
I’m done speaking about myself (Pal)
 
When the happiness of others builds up
What’s the secret of happy men?
Mother said: 'act with discretion'
But it’s a lot better when others see me
It’s a lot better when others see me
Let me do what I want
 
[Verse 2]
Or instead, I risk doing it illegaly
I haven’t taken my meds
I only say shit and everyone loves it
My hyperactivity only shocks
From the tracksuit with the Chinese signs
It comes from my cells like a disc jockey
I can say “I love you” and “I’m fucking you” in plain language
Influenced by the whole world in my discs
We mix and I see folks who tell me
Insh’Allah, soon we’ll all be mixed
Hey hey hey hey
Follow me if you want to see kind monsters
We don’t have green noses, your kebab isn’t blue
But we’ve hidden a few ‘shrooms
So celebrate with us
Yanks will say “come on, come on”
Only love until death, nirvana within like Cobain
To find this bizarre world, you need a drug
Some have died in the process but
If the leaders of this world smoked this stuff
Wars would cease in two seconds max
BTW, politics can suck my. . .
I’m different from even the guys I hang with
Bet you thought I was like you
You’re obsessed with cash but you’re not Rango**
Don’t give me the same nonsense your parents swallow
You’re fucked up, you get a ride home
Mix pills and whisky, tragic
You’ll end up like Octave Parango
 
[Chorus ]
The name’s Palpal
With or without pretext, we celebrate
They call me Palpal
The haters force themselves
I swore Palpal
I hear nothing but I can read their lips
And I read Palpal
In two words Palpal
Hey Hey Hey Hey
 
[Verse 3]
An asshole and a good guy in the same body
A love letter and a knife in the
same box
I’ll do all I can to be liked, like
The doctor who says you’re HIV negative
A brother or a superhero
If all the smart guys are sad
I prefer to be a happy imbecile
I want a world where everything’s free
Society has made me a hammer
I take note of everything I buy
Since my first McDonald’s
I’d really like to give lessons
But I’m just a simple Toubab
It’s hard to have the fame of 2pac
When you’ve got a pale look
 
[Conclusion]
Ok, Pal knows how to express himself, but he knows the white trash life
This idiot’s proud, sometimes, he screams, at times, he spits
Maybe wealth alone doesn’t make one happy
But trust me, poverty is a river of pain.
I forgot my umbrella
In case it rains dollars
 

Твоя красота не стоила бы ни копейки

Твоя красота не стоила бы ни копейки
Если бы у меня не было этой любви
Я не нашел бы место, чтобы весело провести время
Если бы у меня не было моего сердца приветственного
 
Кто бы прочитал и кто написал
Кто бы развязать этот узел
Овца блуждала с волком
Если бы идея не была отличаться
 
Твое прекрасное лицо не будет видно
Эта любовь не будет расти во мне
Роза не будет оценена
Если бы не было любовника и любимого
 
Я получил от тебя этот крик
Это был колорит мира
Никто не назвал бы имя Вейселя
Если он не любил тебя