But I see you have a beautiful ring…

Daughter:       Hey, OK, you can take my ring,

                        It was given to me by the king,

                        But OK, take it, take this,

                        Because I quickly need to piss.

CSHN:            I see your point, my littlesweetdickintoyoubunny

                        Loveablelillyofthevalleysweetdearhoney.

                        Lets go right now to my residence,

                        Where I can show you the evidence

                        Of my hospitality.

Angels:           Oh, oh, little girl, do not go there

                        Because this situation will be a nightmare!

Death:             Shut up, choir of blessed angels,

                        Do not tell her every dangers!

                        Then it won’t be as funny and exciting,

                        Because of your cheater reciting!

                        It is the most realistic reality show I have ever seen,

                        So please, angels, do not be so keen!

Narrator:         So the little girl followed the old bag to an old cottage.

                        It was night when they arrived there.

Death:             Hihihihihááááájjjjááááhuuuhúúúúújjjjjááááazannyahiiiihiiiihihihihih!

<…… befekszik az ágyba>

Daughter:       Old bag, why do you have so big eyes?

CSHN:            Because I want to see you well.

Daughter:       Old bag, why do you have so big ears?

CSHN:            Because I want to hear you well.

Daughter:       Old bag, why do you have so big nose?

CSHN:            Because I want to smell your smell.

Daughter:       Old bag, why do you have so big mouth?

CSHN:            Because I want to speak to you well.

Daughter:       And a last question, old bag: WHY THE F*CK ARE YOU LYING ON THE BED IN SADOMAZO SKIN CLOTHES WITH A WHIP IN YOUR HAND?!

CSHN:            SHIT! BECAUSE I WANT TO F*CK YOU, STUPID B**CH!

Daughter:       Oh, I see. Where can I sleep?

CSHN:            You decide, my honey.

                        If you’ve got some money,

                        You can sleep in the house,

                        But you don’t have, I suppose,

                        You have to sleep outside;

                        Please forget about your pride.

Daughter:       Oh, if Ombucmann would see it,

                        That the queen have to sleep in the pit,

                        They would destroy you, old bag,

                        Whose tits are already sag!

Death:             Yeah, that would be a nice thing,

                        Nicer than the death of the king!

God:                Sorry, my friend, but the king is still alive,

                        Do not be so abusive!

Death:             Yeah, I know, dear all-powerful that he hasn’t died yet,

                        But he will die soon, if you want we can make a bet.

God:                I don’t make a bet with you,

                        Death or Satan or don’t know who,

                        Because you can kill it anytime you want,

                        And you know I am not blunt.

Death:             Shut up, the reality show is continuing,

                        And I want to watch it until the ending.

Narrator:         So the ex-queen slaughter-daughter

                        To the house’s outer quarter,

                        And tried to fell asleep,

                        Like an innocent young sheep.

Daughter:       I am a little innocent young sheep,

                        I want immediately sleep,

                        One sheep jumped over the wooden fence,

                        Two sheep jumped over the wooden fence,

                        I have to piss, three sheep jumped over,

                        I am beautiful like an anhydrous flower,

                        Four sheep, I have to piss very much,

                        Five sheep, I am a girl not a butch,

                        But I have to piss, damn’ it, six sheep,

                        I have to sleep very deep.

Death:             Shit! This program became a bit boring,

                        Maybe it will be better next morning.

                        Now I have to take a rest,

                        I distribute a beautiful pest,

                        Oh, but before it I kill my friend, the king,

                        Who didn’t want my honey to sing!

Angels:           Aye, aye. There will be blood here,

                        But Mr. King, do not fear!

                        God will save you from the end,

                        Maybe a Jesus or somebody will be sent!

God:                Yeah…ZZZzzzzzzzZZZZZzzzzzz….yeah….ZzzZZ…

Death:             Sorry, angels, but Charlie is sleeping,

                        So please stop wining!

                        I have important duties to do,

                        The king will die, how szomorú,

                        But do not say I am cruel,

                        I will avoid him from a fair duel.

<King jól ki lesz belezve, fröcsög a vér, folyik a bél, szív finom, hammbekapja, csudajó, jókis gore jelenet, szerintem vicces, hehehehe, nagyon faszás lesz ez, úgy bizony, egyik lába itt a másik meg ott, harmadik amott, hej de muris, hehe.>

Narrator:         In the morning of the next day,

                        The old bag came, in her hand a big tray,

                        With beautiful biscuits and a cup of coffee in it,

                        Only poisoned a little bit.

                        But unfortunately little daughter had a poison detector,

                        It was her own health protector,

                        And it detected the delicious cyan immediately,

                        But she was hungry unfortunately,

                        So she know about the cyan, but ate the food,

                        Because she was in a suicidal mood.

                        But then she immedialety shitted out the stuff,

                        So she didn’t become a dead muff.

CSHN:            Hey, my beauty, I see you are hungry,

                        Why don’t you eat again this nice brown candy,

                        What is behind you on the grassy floor,

                        Yeah on it there is some gore,

                        But if you would just eat it,

                        I would be happier a little bit!

Daughter:       Thanks for your offer, old bag,

                        Whose tits are already sag,

                        But I don’t like these little brown candy,

                        You see it is a bit grassy and sandy.

                        But why don’t you eat it?

                        Maybe you should eat a little bit!

CSHN:            Errrrrr…….

Daughter:       One for you, one for your mother,

                        One for your son, for your daughter,

                        For me, for your uncle’s grandmother,

                        One for my neighbor, one for yours,

                        And this other ten-thousand for the world’s all neighbors!

CSHN:            Fmmmmk yvvvu yvvv mmmffmmmker ffffit bitffff afffhole…

Daughter:       You are welcome.

                        OK. Now say: <Myfairladyböl az a Spaines izé>

CSHN:            Dmmmmnit mmmmfffmmmker afffhole gvvvay bfitttfff ffffhithead…

Daughter:       Hüpp. I can’t see your point. You offended my innocent soul.

                        Now you think I am a sadist community worker fool.

Death:             Yeah, yeah. I think so.

<kopognak>

CSHN:            Opppfffnnn thfffat fffkinn dvvvor…

Dauhter:         Lalalalala! I can’t hear anything,

                        Just my beautiful voice of sing!

                        You should apologise first,

                        Then you won’t be curst.

CSHN:            Ffffmmmkkk offff…phö!

                        Oh, my dear sweet meatnugget,

                        Who nekem ciáncandyvel nagyon betett,

                        I would like to ask for your mercy, my dear,

                        I am confessing that I am a stupid queer,

                        And if you wanted I would kiss the ground in front of you,

                        My dear honeysweet queenslaughterdaughter or don’t know who,

                        Just open that fuckin’ door!

Daughter:       OK, that’s enough. I forgive your sins,

                        If you do not mention my kins.

CSHN:            Then open the door, daughter of a bitch!

Daughter:       OK, old bag, just shut up, do not say anything more,

                        And then I will open that beautiful door.

<kinyitja azt a beautiful doort>

Daugter:         Who is this white wonder of the world,

                        Who looks like a shittingonhead bird.

Galamb:         I am the courier of the king,

                        I am a bird but I can’t sing,

                        And now I am here with a message

                        -hey, why don’t you give me a massage?-

                        So a message from the death,

                        Who said exactly that

                        I have to give you this,

                        This thing you wouldn’t miss.

<odaadja a King fejét a Daughternek>

Daughter:       Thank you for this nice had,

                        I am now very-very sad,

                        But please give me an advice,

                        Whether this head is nice

                        On that chair or on the wall,

                        In the bathroom or in the hall?

Galamb:         If you ask me, my dear little with white skin,

                        I would put it into the bin.

Narrator:         What a racist galamb!

Death:             God’s creature.

God:&n