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Steenvorde Hi-Fi rabbit

Steenvorde Hi-Fi is a long poem by Ivar Ch'Vavar language in Picardy. He appears in "Band in the fall," a collection published in 1994. The musician Arnaud Mirland grabbed this poem, took a few verses here and there, creating a short version on which he composed his music. According to a friend warned, this piece "sounds a bit like Moby himself was hit in the mouth by Mark E Smith at a Buffalo Grill Highway Dunkirk ... "Arnaud
just put Online version of Steenvoorde Hi Fi. We can listen HERE and, by opening another farn: ects (window), follow the lyrics below. The translation is literal, not literary.

Steenvorde Hi-Fi

Ch'lézard i chi ene Mouque ë'c caston.nate dech ciu s'àrfreunme
The lizard has a fly shit and sugar sky closes

Ch'ét dice Isa din Mouque pass'të mid
These are flies that pass through me

Takes apoéyéle ft pays us to queuvèrche
bears and tell us about cover

Os bruchrons tees dint if qu'të t'démaquore
We're brushing your teeth if you're a scrawny

Ch'oerainche s'lére Din ch'bleu dech ciu
Orange burrow into the blue sky

Mé ch ' and-av: ERS ft sufferings: Eels
But powdered worms and emotions

T'aù Metin doet endin the ëvniche
You put your finger in the calf

Ele a't tcheuroét din ch ' She ran in
hurtling down

In Radou ostrènm'mint rintitchè ti-ye Din
the shelter extremely depressed in you

Cho'c cate-Din soer s'cranque
Bats cramp in his

Carmèngne Savlon al-Din inpoute z'z Ayur
Carrion-soap stinks in hedges

Toerdasse carmèngne ed, ed toerdasse louju
carrion Colic, colic coffin

Pi-Croé toerdasse
and cross-colic

T'àrvlaù ft t'arvlaù qu'të t'garouye
Te'm back and you're back who dismisses

I 's is-ye eque t'é sedge ft Carnus
I know that you are red and fleshy sin

Pi qu'të markets bairbouyes of Intar tees ... And you feel
currants between ...

Tchèche O-z àcoutrons - ech glaju
Who do we listen - gladiolus

BE that glimon.nache din li - Look what
viscosity in him -

Pair tuiyoù sin i we férlainpe
For his long pipe we pump

cacoèngne e-Nou Pi We boéyoe-wes -
The brains and guts -

Chés bétrapes IS matchèngn'të lu homespun
Beets chew their butter

Ech Foch li s'djérir
The gravedigger to heal

I Chuche Chirou of the viu 'Ball breuyes
an old syrup viscera

Che-z aloùts IS routèl't' ed luijeurs
Bushes hum of lights

Ene Controller plugs of cate-e-ft of soer houpeus
An armful of bats and owls

Lainchè z'z Ayur-ye pa elastic
Launched by hedgerows elastic
If

qu'të t'malote pon mi
If you grumble not me

Y'aù in treu ch'ciu Din, ene farn: ects
There's a hole in the sky, a window

éclites OF PI 'crocro
lightning and cartilage