There are onion rings on the board, there are potatoes on the table next to it, there is black bread and there is a herring on the board
At the table, the key to the heart is in your hands
On the worn boards there is a block and every little thing for life
Life is a dream. Where there is money , there are a lot of girls
There is a fire burning in the fireplace, warmth and comfort come into the room
There is a slender row of helicopters above the clouds