Old Crockery By Habitat

The sequence

And you pretty baby, my sweet child,

tell me what you want me to sing?

Sing the series of numbers,

until today I did not learn.

One is death,

nothing else, nothing more ...

two oxen tied to the cart,

and there are three parts of the world,

four stones of Merlin,

sharpening the swords of the heroes.

One is death,

nothing else, nothing more ...

And on that path long ago

so far are five age groups,

and six herbs

cauldron in the nano blend .. .

Seven suns, seven moons,

eight fires lit in May,

around the fountain are nine

girls dancing to the moon ...

One is death,

nothing else, nothing more ...

And ten ships have come

bringing the war from afar.

Eleven warriors have returned

when they were three hundred to go ...

One is death,

nothing else, nothing more ...

And on that path long ago

so far are five age groups,

and twelve months

day by day, always

scoring goes.

and twelve are still signs

that you can read in the sky,

have declared war with each other,

this you will be singing the end.

One is death,

nothing else, nothing more ...

Then the trumpet will sound,

will fire and thunder,

rain and wind,

the sequence is over,

to know that there is a series:

One is death,

and two oxen,

three the parties,

four stones,

five etàe six herbs,

seven are the only ones,

seven moons,

eight fires

and nine girls,

but ten ships,

eleven warriors

twelve signs,

twelve months

and only death,

always the mother of the pain.