1st High School of Xanthi Greece – The Goblins – A NON SMILING TOWN

by Olympia Lampaki

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    The Goblins
Once upon a time there was a state
that blows away stand out throughout the country ,
a beautiful state but always sad ,
people unsmiling , dumb and face down ,
smile and did not know what love means .
They looked each only the little job of ,
The Morning accurate as if Tunney gold,
never played the children in the streets , in the square ,
never became feast , dance and bustle ,
came out and name : unsmiling State .
I know this town where I was born .
And I still remember some Christmas
who came Goblins
and brought up – down.
But what are Goblins ?
Oh , come ! Hide to hear .
Are we children of madness –
We pretty face girl .
Foolish is crazy ! For bonding ! Beautiful is not.
We were the first dancers in the world –
we are the best singers .
This truth is , the right to be called
Aaaaaaa !
The leader !
With Mandrakoulo say , tell Mandrakoulo .
His name Mandrakoulo , his name Mandrakoulo .
With Mandrakoulo say , tell Mandrakoulo .
Get the fuck , get the fuck .
” Shut dirt workds the sayers,
because it would impose sanctions .
Turn in your work immediately !
Lazy Dogs! ‘
A thousand times we were told by the grandfather story about the strange fate. Do chipperscenturies the tree that holds the world upon it and drop it on the ground – cap ! – Like an empty balloon .
“Ho , ho, ho! ” Laughed my grandfather . “Ho , ho, ho! ” Laughed because we imagined them down there in the bowels of the earth to cut the Hermus and sing with them loud voices:
Coping cuts me and the time is approaching.
Christmas scales … and our blood boils !
The bad people fear them and hate them , because ugliness of the Goblins reminiscent of their own ugliness .
The goblins again aware and those special people always choose to make their nerves …wicks . Indeed ! Their only entertainment is to climb every Christmas on earth and create …degraded situations .
They come out at night and wander and do a thousand follies ,
the streets and shops confuse the signs .
Mesh slip on homemade from chimneys
and defiles the sweets ftianoun the Wives .
Put mesh in baker shops like missing bakers
and bury the big hands through the donuts .
Enchant live and cats chirping ,
Meow chickens and donkeys talked .
Coping cuts me and the time is approaching.
Once upon a time there was a state
that blows away stand out throughout the country ,
a beautiful state but always sad ,
people unsmiling , dumb and face down ,
smile and did not know what love means .
They each looked only the little job of ,
The Morning accurate as if Tunney gold,
never played the children in the streets , in the square ,
never became feast , dance and bustle ,
came out and name : unsmiling State .
I know this town where I was born .
And I still remember some Christmas
who came Goblins
and brought up – down.
But what are Goblins ?
Oh , come ! Hide to hear .
Are we children of madness –
We pretty face girl .
Foolish is crazy ! For bonding ! Beautiful is not.
We were the first dancers in the world –
we are the best singers .
This truth is , the right to be called
Aaaaaaa !
The leader !
With Mandrakoulo say , tell Mandrakoulo .
His name Mandrakoulo , his name Mandrakoulo .
With Mandrakoulo say , tell Mandrakoulo .
Get the fuck , get the fuck .
” Shut dirty words sayers,
because it would impose sanctions .
Turn in your work immediately !
Lazy Dogs! ‘
A thousand times we were told by the grandfather story about the strange fate. Do chippers
centuries the tree that holds the world upon it and drop it on the ground – cap ! – Like an empty
balloon . “Ho , ho, ho! ” Laughed my grandfather . “Ho , ho, ho! ” Laughed because we imagined
them down there in the bowels of the earth to cut the Hermus and sing with them loud wild voices :
Coping cuts me and the time is approaching.
Christmas scales … and our blood boils !
The bad people fear them and hate them , because ugliness of the Goblins reminiscent of their own
ugliness . The goblins again aware and those special people always choose to make their nerves …
wicks . Indeed ! Their only entertainment is to climb every Christmas on earth and create …
degraded situations .
They come out at night and wander and do a thousand follies ,
the streets and shops confuse the signs .
Mesh slip on homemade from chimneys
and defiles the sweets ftianoun the Wives .
Put mesh in fourniarika like missing bakers
and bury the cheroukles through the donuts .
Enchant live and cats chirping ,
Meow chickens and donkeys talked .
Coping cuts me and the time is approaching.
Once upon a time there was a state
that blows away stand out throughout the country ,
a beautiful state but always sad ,
people unsmiling , dumb and face down ,
smile and did not know what love means .
They each looked only the little job of ,
The Morning accurate as if Tunney gold,
never played the children in the streets , in the square ,
never became feast , dance and bustle ,
came out and name : unsmiling State .
I know this town where I was born .
And I still remember some Christmas
who came Goblins
and brought up – down.
But what are Goblins ?
Oh , come ! Hide to hear .
Are we children of madness –
We pretty face girl .
Foolish is crazy ! For bonding ! Beautiful is not.
We were the first dancers in the world –
we are the best singers .
This truth is , the right to be called
Aaaaaaa !
The leader !
With Mandrakoulo say , tell Mandrakoulo .
His name Mandrakoulo , his name Mandrakoulo .
With Mandrakoulo say , tell Mandrakoulo .
Get the fuck , get the fuck .
” Shut dirty words sayers,
because it would impose sanctions .
Turn in your work immediately !
Lazy Dogs! ‘
A thousand times we were told by the grandfather story about the strange fate. Do chippers
centuries the tree that holds the world upon it and drop it on the ground – cap ! – Like an empty
balloon . “Ho , ho, ho! ” Laughed my grandfather . “Ho , ho, ho! ” Laughed because we imagined
them down there in the bowels of the earth to cut the Hermus and sing with them loud wild voices:
Coping cuts me and the time is approaching.
Christmas scales … and our blood boils !
The bad people fear them and hate them , because ugliness of the Goblins reminiscent of their own
ugliness . The goblins again aware and those special people always choose to make their nerves …
wicks . Indeed ! Their only entertainment is to climb every Christmas on earth and create …
degraded situations .
They come out at night and wander and do a thousand follies ,
the streets and shops confuse the signs .
Mesh slip on homemade from chimneys
and defiles the sweets ftianoun the Wives .
Put mesh in bakers’ shops be missing bakers
and bury the big hands through the donuts .
Enchant live and cats chirping ,
Meow chickens and donkeys talked .
Coping cuts me and the time is approaching.
Christmas scales … and our blood boils !
Well, all that sort of thing do … Epiphany but … ” Go away to leave it reached ‘ the priest the
sanctuary , the priest with holy water , the villagers warm . “
So anyhow turn to the underworld . But there – oh – their plight . The tree of land nourished and
come on again saws along. And again LADIES black …
Thus was . This was so they would be forever.
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