We created the sky

We created the sky And I grunt with my fists. And the sky said: “I will come to you And you will be a temple.” Mi, hold up the nose of the eel, Let’s just trample underfoot... And the sky is a place of grief, De slozy, wrapped in prayers. Vono says: “I’ll come to the supper. I’m here, already at your gate...” And we found a grappling bag in the door Clear sky.