Rebellion Of The Dwarfs
Texti: Valgarđur Guđjónsson
The night was mapped and each sound was clear and all the little dwarfs were cold.
Chains were talking quietly you could not understand a clink.
The veterinarian was not bothered though his coach was in blood.
And he's pretty sure.
Feels like Roger Moore.
Shots are fired constantly and nothing can disturb his work.
Climbing up on Korski's couch was pretty tough for dwarfs.
Those who made it felt no pain as bullets broke their skulls.
The others fell down to be crushed.
Dying dwarfs made his day.
He was a happy little scientist then
full of fun and play.
Dying dwarfs made the grade.
He was a happy little scientist then
full of fun and play.
Those who fell, down for crush
Could not understand this horrible pain.
Slowly chopped to death.
Dressed in black and white.
He began to write.
And like all great composers
had to have the circumstances right.
As each dwarf went struggling for his death
the atmosphere was just right for him.
He wrote some cheerful tunes.
His musical is a big one now.
Shouldn't the dwarfs be proud.