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(based on a poem by Bertolt Brecht)

For seven years I could not walk a step

When I went to the great doctor,

He asked: “Why are you wearing crotches?”

And I said: “Because I´m crippled”.

“It´s not surprising”, he said.

“Try walking. It´s the crutches

What doesn´t let you walk.

Come on, be brave, crawl”

Laughing like a monster,

He took my crutches,

Broke them behind my back and, still laughing,

Burned them.

Now I´m cured. I walk.

I was cured by a laughter.

Only sometimes, when I see sticks,

I walk worse for a few hours.

Now I walk.



1- Sugea suge

2- Albo-kalteak

3- Haria

4- Guda

5- Lepokoak

6- Iraila

7- Harra

8- Makuluak

9- FAQ

10- Non bestela

11- Soilik agur

12- Lehortzen

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