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And if there is one goal that
mankind must pursue,

that goal is justice.

For there is no justice,

where there is no happiness
and peace.

And therefore, the greatest
sons of mankind

always insisted on the guarantee
of universal rights

fought for in a thousand-year
long struggle

and many victims.

You, who stand here today,

ready to work for this
great notion,

you, young lawyers.
Together with your diploma,

you not only get a great privilege
but also a great responsibility.

I believe that you will overcome
all obstacles

just like you did during
your studies.

Finis coronat opus.

Miloslav Vojslavsky,
born in Uhrineves. Passed.

Vilem Bojanovsky,
born in Malvazinky. Passed.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

Congratulations and may you be as
succesful in life,

-as you were here.
-Thank you.

-He has studied here for a long time.
-Yes. Quarter of a century.

It's a university record.

Petr Kopriva,
born in Letna. Passed.

-what rare perseverance.
-rare stupidity, I'd say.

Jan Kratochvil,
botn in Cernosice. Passed.

I was his classmate at high school.
His successful A-levels cost...

Vladimir Hrabanek, born in Karlin.
Passed.

-...it cost his father his butcher shop.
-Hm. How much did his PhD cost then?

-Nothing.
-lvan Alexa,

born in Cierna pri Cope. Passed.

All his former classmates are
doctors and professors now,

so he did all his exams with us.

Martin Simek,
born in Dejvice. Passed.

And you don't let your classmate
fail his exam, do you?

Frantisek Husak,
born in Dablice. Passed.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Are you not worried about his lack of talent
becoming a menace for our justice?

Our justice?

Dear colleague. One moron more or
one moron less. What is the difference?

It's just beginning.

Don't ask why I crave for pearls,

Don't ask why I crave for gold,

I lost a bet, a bet it was,

A bad bet with a heart so cold.

Now go and find me a treasure,

For you stole one from me,

For you stole my pleasure,

Find me a treasure,

And give me the key.

A treasure for me,

Under a tree,

You can find it, I know,

Under the tree,
where I gave you my love,

I gave you what you asked.

And there...

Go and find me a treasure,
or forever be cursed,

For you stole a treasure,
for you stole my pleasure,

Find me a treasure,

And give me the key.

Only for me.

For the tears of treason,

I want you to pay,

For there is a reason,

a price for every day.

For what you took away,

though you promised to stay.

Pearls, rings and jewels,

I want it all so I can -

So I can forget.

Forget...

Then go, find me a treasure,

for you stole one from me,

And give me a key,

a key that is mine,

For good.

A little present, for your name-day.

Thank you.

May the minister hope that
you will sing for him?

Hope he may.

I'll fetch the hats then.

-Got light?
-Sorry.

Pepa, where are the pearls?

They were here a while ago.

What, pearls?

I'll get a cop.

A thief! Police! Police!

Theft from a singer!
An assistant under arrest.

A girl called Louise,

got a new pair of shoes,

Only to find,

that the shoes don't fit,

pam pa da pam

Now they are too tight,

now they don't fit right,

And how will she fix,

the shoes that are size 6,

while her size is 7?

Exams, exams. Wait till you stand
in front of the court.

Or when you defend a criminal whose
guilt is just too obvious.

-Then you'll have a hard time.
-Good time, hard time,

-main thing is that I win.
-Or lose.

Me? Lose? Never! Let's bet.

-A bet then.
-What shall we bet?

-That car.
-So it is!

Vilem!

Mr attorney, a client has
come to see you.

Good morning, could I speak
to att. Bojanovsky?

-Please.
-Pepa never stole the pearls.

How do you know?

-I've known him for a long time.
-What about his past?

-He is a decent man.
-Where do the jewels come from?

From my wife's admirer. They are
worth at least 50,000.

-What was your relation to the defendant?
-May I?

The necklace cost at least 50,000.

50,000? Really.

-Did you buy it yourself?
-My wife got it from an admirer.

If I were you, I'd find that admirer
and slap him.

Our experts found out that
the pearls are counterfeit.

-Your experts are stupid.
-Are they?

My wife got these pearls from
the Minister of justice.

Do you think he gave her
some cheap trinket?

From a minister?

Just a second!

So, pearls from a minister?

Counterfeit pearls!

Who gave them to you? Who was
this "minister"?

Come on, bitch, tell me!

Counterfeit pearls from
a minister?

In an effort to prevent rumours
spreading around an incident

that took place in cabaret Tartaros,
the Minister decided to summon you,

to clear up the misunderstandings
that occured in the newspapers

regarding his person.
Please, ask your questions.

Yes, I gave these pearls to mrs.Klara,

Because I believe that she
is a great singer.

And I am fond of art.

I think art the importance
of art can not be denied.

As for the genuineness of the pearls,
I bought them at my jeweller's.

Which one, may I ask?

The one I always visit,
when I am in Paris.

I hope your will help us, with
objective information,

to get rid of this disgusting affair.

Thank you.

You were right, mother, in telling
me not to marry that ruffian.

Life is like a mirror,

sometimes so bright,

but soon,

oh soon,

gets covered by night.

I tried to wipe the mirror,

but the sadness remained,

and now I fear,

oh so I fear,

Will it ever end?

We searched everything

but we still miss a piece of
that necklace.

-About three pearls.
-Main thing is we got the rest.

Mr.attorney, these three pearls
may be extremely important.

Indeed, they could be
extremely important.

Why do you think so?

If the magician took the pearls
from that container...

Not a container, it was rather an etui.
I took it like this

and I cut finger, thus making
it all bloody.

Alright. If the pearls from the etui
were taken by the magician,

the wire could have cut in his pocket
and the three pearls remained there.

The rest he put into our
client's pocket.

-and then they fell throught the hole in
his pocket. -I fixed the hole right away.

You should have fixed it beforehand.

If the pearls are found in the
magician's jacket,

then we have a proof of
your innocence.

We need to interrogate Klara.
But now, let's have a drink.

I'd rather find the
three pearls.

Oh, the cat ball,

The best ball of them all,

Where cat dance in their robes,

where cats share their hopes.

And then the cat king,

himself, starts to sing,

Around the piano,

the cats are dancing.

No dogs were invited,

No mice were allowed,

when all of the sudden,

a mouse appeared in the crowd.

Oh the cat ball,

in the cat house,

Is the one place,

which is no good for a...

mouse.

Of course, the experts must have
been wrong. Or maybe...

Maybe what?

The pearls found at the pocket of
the suspect Janacek

may not have been the same pearls
that had been stolen.

I don't follow you.

What if the thief had a set of counterfeit
pearls ready and swaped the two sets?

Nobody was searched at
the crime scene.

You see, that's quite possible.

-But then...
-Well? Then what?

Then it's quite possible that the
suspect, Janacek, is not guilty.

He is a simpleton, incapable
of such a crime

such a sophisticated action.

-But it could have been the magician.
-So that Janecek is stupid?

-completely, mr.Minister.
-Hm.

-And the other one is a savvy fellow?
-Clever as hell.

We'll have a hard time putting
him on the spot.

But we'll make him tell whether
the pearls were bogus or not.

So far, everyone has confessed.

Alright then, leave this on alone.
I'll take care of him myself.

You arrest that Janacek. I'm sure
that his conscience is not clean either.

Nobody's conscience is, mr.Minister.

Yes, sir.

No dogs were invited,

No mice were allowed,

when all of the sudden,

a mouse appeared in the crowd.

Oh the cat ball,

in the cat house,

is the one place,

-which is no good for a...
-Mouse.

A savvy fellow.

Special agent Gub, please.

Yes.

Understand.

Cabaret Tartaros.

Magician Pitterman.

Yes sir.

...I know

Under the tree,
where I gave you my love,

I gave you what you asked.

And there...

Go and find me a treasure,
or forever be cursed,

For you stole a treasure,
for you stole my pleasure,

Find me a treasure,

And give me the key,

Only for me.

For the tears of treason,

I want you to pay,

For there is a reason,

a price for every day.

For what you took away,

though you promised to stay.

Pearls, rings and jewels,

I want it all so I can -

So I can forget,

Forget...

Then go, find me a treasure,

for you stole one from me,

And give me a key,

a key that is mine,

For good.

Give me two minutes, Klara.

They will see us here.

They won't.

I took this job just
because of you.

Bad luck, then. Because I
don't love you anymore.

-You are a ruffian, just like
my husband. -No!

-and the same coward.
-No!

No? What about Nurnberg, where I had
to lie to him and say

-I was hit by a champagne cork?
-It was pure passion.

And what about Paris? The cork story
didn't work there anymore.

Confess it, Klara. You are in love
with another man.

Not yet but I hope I will be so
lucky one day.

-Yes?
-May I come in?

-Come in but don't come any closer.
-I came to...

-ask a few questions.
-Are you a journalist?

-No. A court attorney.
-Ah, the pearls. -Right.

Aaaah...

Put this away before somebody
gets killed.

First question.
May I use your piano?

-This one?
-Yes.

-It's out of tune.
-Even better.

Oh, how I love you,

with a love so deep,

all of the sudden,

as if I woke up from a sleep.

Oh, life is a surprise,

And time is running fast,

let's enjoy it together,

let's love, while it lasts.

My blood is burning,

my eyes are yearning,

with a passion,

of a lion.

Oh, give me your hand,

lay it on my heart,

The heaven is ours tonight.

Your blood is burning,

Yeah yeah yeah

your eyes are yearning,

...so yearning...

with a passion,

of a lion.

-Oh, give me your hand
-But where?

-lay it on my heart
-Be a little more precise

The heaven is ours tonight.

Let me tell you,

there is heaven on earth,

-Let me tell you
-Let him tell you

-...and believe me
-...and believe him

there is heaven

right here on earth.

My husband. Run, quickly,
through the window!

There is a fire ladder.

I left my hat here.

May the minister hope?

Hope he may.

I left my hat here.

-What are you having, Lily?
-What do you buy, Bobby? -A beer.

-A beer it is, then.
-Twice!

Cigarettes.

Bobby, there is a fly!

-What are you having, Mici?
-What do you buy, Bobby?

Now they are too tight,

Now they are too tight,

now they don't fit right,

now they don't fit right,

And how will she fix,

And how will she fix,

the shoes that are size 6,

while her size is 7, la la la

I've got to go and perform.

-But I still didn't ask you...
-I'll be back.

Look at me, look at me,
look at all that I can do

Look at me, look at me,
look at all that I can do

Ratata, ratata, ratatata...

You were right. They were in
his pocket.

Well, why didn't you leave
them there?

You said we needed them.

But they are a proof of your innocence
only in the pocket of his jacket.

I guess I'll put them back, then.

Give them to me, I'll do it myself.

You're not ... the kind for this.

-You are arrested.
-Why?

Stop asking and come with me.

My knees are shaking,

look at my knees,

my knees are trembling,

and I ask you, please,

I am on my knees, mister,

dying for some warmth,

this weather, cold and sinister,

is waiting for your... touch.

You sure know what it means,

the trembling of a girl's knees,

it is such a chilling,

when nobody is willing,

to touch me with his love.

What happened to the heat,

now that I really need,

to warm my frozen feet?

I am on my knees, mister,

dying for some warmth,

this weather, cold and sinister,

is waiting for your... touch.

My knees are shaking,

look at my knees,

how they are trembling,

I want a man,

who'll, like a flame,
put my knees on fire!

My knees are trembling

My knees are trembling

My knees are trembling

Or maybe it's not the cold?

Here I am.

Which one?

In your eyes, the colour
of the ocean,

I put a rose, the color of my love.

And I, without a question,
went your direction,

The man that I dream of.

We stood together,
on Happiness mountatin.

So happy we were.

I found myself wanting
to be forever with you there.

You're little shy,
don't ask me why,

I find it so cute.

-I feel I'm blushing
-My heart is rushing

-What did she say?
-The usual. You may hope.

You are impossible.
I'll have to do this myself.

My husband.

Out. Through the window!

I'm not going there.

May I hope that you will
sing just for me?

Oh, that's you.

Come in.

Stop it! Stop it!

He has left his board
here again.

I'll make you a star of the opera.

I am sorry, minister. You are just
not my type.

Police.

Good morning.

Don't be angry.

I'm telling you, one is missing.
I have 11 knives, here are just 10.

There will be no show until
you find the lost one.

Don't worry, we'll get you
out of this.

If you say so... then I almost
don't worry anymore.

Ah!

Pitterman, magician, on stage!
There is a change in programme!

Hey, get out and get on the stage.

Pepa, the pearls!

-I forgot to put them back there.
-That's alright. I'll do it myself.

Pitterman!

On the stage!

Change of programme!

Move your ass, man!

What's up?

-He's locked in there.
-Let's break the door then.

Get the minister.

-But this is not your husband.
-No, he is a plumber.

-Who is it?
-The press, probably.

The press.

Is the minister here?

Aaaah!

We had to change the programme, since
the knife-thrower misses one knife.

So i went to get Pitterman.

-And what happened?
-I knocked on the door

And inside there was this noise,
like somebody running.

-And where is he gone now?
-Ran through the window, I guess.

You can stay here, until
everything explains.

-I would... I don't mean to...
-Don't worry, we're alone.

-Completely?
-Hm.

That's how I imagined it.

-Kitty...

-That was just a cat playing.
-A cat?

I'll put my hand on my heart,

And I'll sing you a kiss,

About how perfect it is,

To be looking at you.

What a great sight,

In this beautiful night,

To be looking at you,

So beautiful too.

The secret we share,

Before we have to leave,

Goodbye

Goodbye

Think of me.

The heart is on fire

The eyes are burning

Goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye

I love you

Goodbye

Goodbye

I'll stay in your heart

When we're apart

Goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye

I love you.

Brutal murder: Who killed
the magician?

I told you, I didn't kill him.

But you were there!

Sure I was, but I don't make such
mess. I am a pro.

The general attorney, please.

Yes, minister?

Understood. Don't worry.

Justicia!

How many heroes of the past

gave their life for justice?

Therefore, we also must not
hesitate

to point a finger at those,

who, for their own sake,

attempt to hinder our efforts
for a clean society,

a just society,
an ideal society.

Vivat justicia,
Long live justice.

I hereby declare
a beginning of this trial.

Stella, I lost it. Who is the first
to speak? Me or him?

-He is.
-Thanks.

Look at him, honorable jury.

What would you say? A man of
simple spirit.

But simple men do not work
in music halls.

And this man is certainly
no simpleton.

Although this will be certainly
the defender's intention, right?

To make this man look like a
simple-minded innocent.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
I will prove,

that this man is in fact a
calculating deceiver!

Upon his arrest, he produced
false pearls.

And he hid the genuine
ones for himself.

What more, he tried to escape.

Isn't that proof enough?

Only later in the evening
was he arrested.

At the place of his defender's
assistant!

-I object!
-Quiet!

You, honourable jury, have a right
to ask yourself a question:

Why did the defendant tried
to escape?

After all, it was just a theft
he was guilty of.

A theft?

Not really.

Look at these two fingerprints.

Fingerprint A comes from defendant's
personal data card.

Fingerprint B was found on the
murder weapon,

used to kill the
magician Pitterman.

Both fingerprints are,
as you see, quite identical.

The weapon is a special dagger,
owned by Mr.Accurato.

There were no other fingerprints
on it, save for these,

the fingerprints of the
defendant.

I will leave the conclusion
up to you.

This man is a murderer!

Quiet!

I'll give it up. There is no
way to argue against the fingerprints.

I'll just try to get him a life sentence,
instead of having him hanged.

Don't be foolish. The fingerprints
mean two things:

Pepa had held the knife before and
the real killer had gloves.

That's enough for the
general attorney.

Why didn't he wear gloves too?

-He left fingerprints everywhere...
-Wait! Everywhere...

Vilem, I have an idea.

And it's ours.

I open the second day of the trial.

The floor belongs to the
defender.

We know these two fingerprints already.

The both belong to my client.

But I have two more fingerprints here.

Look at them, they are quite
the same,

and therefore they all belong
to my client too.

And now!

I said they were the same -
but they are not.

The difference lies in this scar.

Which is neither to be found in the
personal card fingerprint,

Nor in the one on the murder weapon.

I took this fingerprint from the
etui in which the pearls

had been stored.

My client left them there after
cutting his thumb acccidentaly.

The same scar is visible in a
fingerprint I had taken of my client

today at noon.

Notice the scar is curing
gradually.

I therefore believe that this
makes the issue clear.

Fingerprint C proves us,

that my client had made his scar
before the theft.

He had it before the murder
and he still has it.

The fingerprint on the weapon
has no such scar.

I am sure, honourable jury, you
are able to arrive to a conclusion.

The fingerprint from the weapon is
an old one,

made at a time when my client cleaned
the knives of Mr.Accurato.

What does this prove?

Yes indeed, dear jury,

This proves that the real
killer wore gloves.

And I am asking you:

a ) who was the thief, b ) who was the
murderer and c ) why?

We can answer this question after
a visit to the spot of the crime.

The general attorney!

Pay attention, please.
Mr. witness, do you recognize this jacket?

-Yes, it belongs to mr, Pitterman.
-Thank you.

And now, mr. witness, can you reach
into the pocket of the jacket?

What is there?

-Nothing.
-Nothing?

Nothing.

Let him try the other one.

-What?
-Try the other one!

Right. Try the other one.

A pearl!

-It's a pearl.
-from the stolen necklace.

And now, reach there again...

And again...

These pearls prove that the
magician was the thief!

The pearls stayed in his pocket
when the string broke.

Besides, it points to the
murderer.

He was the one who wanted to keep secret
that these pearls were not genuine.

And therefore I ask:

Whose interest was it to make the
pearls appear genuine?

What do you want?

On the day the pearls were stolen,
mr.Pitterman wore a different jacket.

The silver one that he was wearing
when they killed him.

Witness!

You told us you were knocking
at the door,

And you heard someone running. It
was not a noise from a fight.

Right indeed.

It was the murderer,
running around,

attempting to hide the three pearls
into the magician's jacket,

in order to establish an
evidence that the defender mentioned.

But that's not true...

I had found them before, I was
only returning them there,

because miss assistant... mister
defender... they said...

... that the evidence is no good
if they don't find it in the pocket.

One more thing, mr.witness.

You claimed you had had a feeling,

that there were two people running
behind the closed doors.

-Yes please.
-And two there were!

One was putting the pearls into
the pocket,

and the other was taking
the gloves off.

The one who wanted Janacek to be
freed by the court,

because he had bet a sports car
on it!

A cynical, calculating murderer,
the defender himself!

That's irreve... irrleve...

That's nonsense!

-I have an alibi!
-What kind of alibi?

I was, at the time of the crime, in the
cloakroom of mrs. Klara Kralova.

Can you confirm that?

Yes, he was with me.

Are there any other witnesses?

Because, as you see, a testimony
of a music hall queen

will hardly convince the jury.

-There are others!
-Who?

The minister.

He was kneeling in front of her,
saying he'd make he a star of the opera.

That's an utter nonsense.

I've never seen this man.
I do not know him.

But there was another gentleman
with the minister.

A fat, bald man.

I saw him here today.

Fat and bald!

Do you see the inconsistency
of this testimony?

That gentleman came later.

Yes, I did enter the cloakroom
but nobody was there anymore.

The minister was gone by then.

Where was he then? The witness
stood right behind the door.

How did the minister disappear?

Well?

Make sure to make up something

Something trustworthy!

He... fell out of a window.

There you see it.

It is up to you, dear jury, to judge
the words of this lady against

the words of our minister.

Judge, consider and reason.

I personally have no doubt in chosing
whom to believe.

Oh, the cat ball,

-The best ball of them ...
-all!

-All?
-All!

Where cat dance in their robes,

where cats share their hopes.

And then the cat king,

himself, starts to sing,

Around the piano,

the cats are dancing.

-Sing? -Sing!
-What a thing!

-No dogs were invited,
-Absolutely none?

-No mice were allowed,
-Not at all

when all of the sudden,

a mouse appeared in the crowd.

-Yeah, a mouse
-Yeah, yeah

-In the house
-Va, va, va

What a bad luck

did it struck

-No dogs were invited,
-Absolutely none?

-No mice were allowed,
-Not at all

when all of the sudden,

a mouse appeared in the crowd.

-Yeah, a mouse
-Yeah, yeah

-In the house
-Va, va, va

what a bad luck

did we struck.

May the minister hope?

Come in.

I need you to witness that you
saw Vilem here.

Will you do that?

You will save lives of
two people.

Will you do it?

Yes.

Yes!

Understood.

Thank you, colleague.

I am leaving this world voluntarily,
broken-hearted.

The world is cruel and heartless, while
out there, there is eternal bliss.

You can comfort yourself in
the knowledge that

your deaths will contribute to the
strengthtening of the

immortal ideas of justice.

These ideas would be endangered
if you insisted on living.

It is true what the priest
here says

In my case, at least, it is.
What was my life all about?

Trouble, trouble, trouble.

Consider that plaster. Before
I get it to the cemetery,

-it's hard as a rock.
-Yeah, plaster does these things.

-You should have mixed it before.
-Nah, there was no water there.

-There used to be this well...
-A well, you say.

The kingdom of heaven is too
like a well,

And only one way to the well
is correct.

And who does not follow it,
shall die of thirst.

You say you suffered an injustice.
Thank god for it.

For the injustice is a gateway to
a life with no injustices.

A life, where the plaster does
not get hard so soon.

This was so nice, so nicely put,
that one can hardly believe it.

Would you have a proof or
something?

A proof...

What is a proof?

What good is a proof if
everything can be proved?

Thank you for your beautiful
words, sir.

We'll tell them about you, once
we're up there in paradise.

Do tell them, friends.

Tell the lord that the roof of
his house is no longer leaking,

But his humble servant now owes
money to the roofers.

The choirs are singing

Glory glory hallelujah,

Blessed be this great day

Our government has decided to reward
you with an order of a knight

for exceptional work for the purity
of law and justice.

Congratulations, mister
general attorney.

Pearls, rings and jewels,

I want it all so I can -

So I can forget.

Forget...

Then go, find me a treasure,

for you stole one from me,

And give me a key,

a key that is mine,

For good.

Don't be so sad, mrs. Kralova.

I know it's a tragedy but nothing
can help him anymore.

Get moving before I hit you.

Why do you cry?

For the lawyer they're
about to hang?

Good for him. Should have left
you alone.

This will happen to everyone
who'll dare to touch you.

The knifethrower too.

I got it all set up for him.

If the idiot Janacek didn't mess up,
they'd find the knifethrower guilty.

Who could have thought that the
gen.attorney won't figure the knife.

Stupid.

I see, I see.

These are serious accusations
that need to be acted upon.

The general attorney!

My respect.

There is this issue, dear colleague.

Mrs. Klara Kralova is here claiming,

that her husband confessed to her
that he had killed that Pitterman.

That would suggest that a
miscarriage of justice has occured.

Do you understand me?

This puts the reputation of justice
in question. Do you understand?

And your reputation too.

Justice must be carried through,
you see.

With no respect to the persons
involved.

I understand you, minister.

The special agent, please.

Understood.

Tadadadah...

Aaaaah!

Accept my sincere condolences,
madam,

but please understand that the
confession of a dead man...

But you were in the cloakroom too.

Why don't you say you saw
Vilem there?

Of course I was there, and of
course I saw him there,

But saying this in public would
discredit the state.

Of course I might help them some
other way - if you sing for me.

I will.

I keep my promises.

Ehm...

So you always keep your promises?

What about the pearls, were they
genuine or not?

You must understand that the state
budget has certain limits.

Let me sing you a song,

to walk you into your dreams,

a dream where nothing is wrong,

a dream that redeems.

Like a magical fish,

I will fulfil your wish,

nothing will ever go wrong,

as long as I sing you my song.

Messenger, make your way to
the prison yard,

where two murderers are about
to be hanged.

This envelope is for the hangman.

It contains an amnesty for
these two criminals.

Your last wish?

I am well informed.

But, minister, the whole
trial doesn't make sense.

How could Janacek get the
counterfeit pearls,

when he first saw the genuine
ones few minutes before the theft?

Yes, this was caused by the
incompetence of my advisors.

And, minister, if I may speak now,

I, too, saw you in the cloakroom
with the defender attorney.

Everything will be alright now.
The amnesty is on its way.

Your last wish?

-Can we sing?
-Is that really your last wish?

Yes, we want to sing a bit.

Please.

There once were these two fellas,

First, Emil who grew his crops,

And then there was,

Jano, he was keeping ox.

One day, Emil knocks,

on Jano's door,

he'd like to crop the crops,

here's what he asked for:

I need a few coins,

to buy me a scythe,

I'll pay you back,

I promise herewith.

And Jano said: "Emil",
this is is your bad day,

the money you're asking,

I myself can't pay.

There over the rainbow,

right behind the hills,

where all the white clouds go,

there are gold-yielding fields.

Let's move there together,

to this eden on earth,

let's start a new living,

with happiness and mirth.

There lives a woman,

Eve is her name,

She's so fond of apples,

and snakes are to blame,

all the same.

What a great life,
over those hills,

till we realise,

we're missing our fields.

They'll miss their crops,
their herds of ox,

the great poverty of men.

Tap, ta-ba-dap,

Soon both these fellas,

set forth home, whereas,

Eve will be crying,

under the tree.

And that's the end of the story,

and, memento mori,

things will never change,

from their familiar range,

into something strange.

And since you don't want to

end up on the gallows,

forget about yout sorrows,

and a sing a song,

(that can't do no wrong).

Let's make some clanging,

before we're hanging,

eventhough our hearts are little weak.

But as we speak,

the two freaky freaks,

there is still blood in our cheeks.

There once were these two fellas,

First, Emil who grew his crops,

And then there was,

Jano, he was keeping ox.

One day, Emil knocks,

on Jano's door,

he'd like to crop the crops,

here's what he asked for:

I need a few coins,

to buy me a scythe,

I'll pay you back,

I promise herewith.

And Jano said: "Emil",
this is is your bad day,

the money you're asking,

I myself can't pay.

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