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Cryptochanson

They busted the guy, imprisoned
For nothing, he got ten years, poor thing
He was hungry, stole the egg and got caught
By police patrol.
He was hungry, stole the egg and got caught
By police patrol.
 
That patrol was spying on him for some time
Watched him every day, was hunting him
Caught him at the egg, nice work, police!
And prosecuted the dude for the egg.
Caught him at the egg, nice work, police!
And prosecuted the dude for the egg.
 
And old prosecutor said to him
I see, you are good fella, not a criminal!
Just was hungry, stole the egg and now you are facing
ten years of supermax
Just was hungry, stole the egg and now you are facing
ten years of supermax
 
And the guy asks him - for what?
Maybe we can sort it out somehow1?
And pigs swooped in and sorted everything out,
They smashed his face for an egg
And pigs swooped in and sorted everything out,
They smashed his face for an egg
 

• 1. This is about bribe or just an ask to let it go.

The old pirate

With the side of the hand she smooths down the map
Smiles and drinks her bit of the schnapps
On the map a mountain, a river, a bridge
At the top on the right an arrow north-south written on it
Down jagged is the line of the coast
Her finger moves over the paper to the place.
 
Then she takes the pen, raises her voice and speaks:
Where the cross is there lies my treasure.
Where the cross is there lies my treasure.
 
An expedition from the heritages of the old ones
Starts traveling with tents and a boat
They row from the coast upcountry
Endangered by tropical heat and wilderness
Onward, may thirst torture you
And the brambles scratch your arms!
Onward, think about it, the old one said
Where the cross is there lies my treasure!
Where the cross is there lies my treasure!
 
When the companions plagued by exertions
See the frail wooden bridge after days
And then go up the slope to the forest border
At the foot of the mountain.
So far the map is right. 'There it is!', cries one
They run the last bit in a wild hounding.
And cry celebrating and jumbled:
Where the cross is there lies the treasure.
Where the cross is there lies the treasure.
 
Out with the spade! They dig and dig.
A hitting, a stabbing, a competition begins.
One already lies slain when finally in the dawn
The box becomes visible, wooden and big.
Notched into the wood you can read
Hard to decipher the following sentence:
I slayed him at dawn, may he rest in peace!
Where the cross is there lies my treasure.
Where the cross is there lies my treasure