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Chit- (instrumental) BG
Blues of pig in ears (BG/George)
When I was alive,
I was like a smoke
And the smoke of the six snows
Then was young too.
Near blue rocks
I upward fell
At that time, as the green god
In glimmer of centuries
Was looking for himself.
I returned home,
And my beloved corpse
Asked me, "What were you doing
When you were alive?
I knew the secret:
My brother skeleton
Confessed to me once
That long ago already him
Is not in the world.
You hear me,
You have a pig in ears
You will not understand what for
I sing you this;
But there is flower,
And there is sand,
And for what flower in the sand
You will not understand till coffin board.
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