Turpasauna

Those who spare the rod
Get a falling sickness

Every spring, when the alder blooms
The village's young men are beaten
The abbot sips a tall glass of buttermilk
And springs into action
And acts in just the right way
Face slap!
There are boys on the tractor bed
And one by one
The abbot calls them in for questioning
'If you don't betray Imam Hurakainen
You'll get your share...'
'I'll get my share...'
'Exactly!
Face slap!'
Because suddenly, out of nowhere
A minaret has risen in the center of the village
'What the hell is that contraption?'
The abbot curses:
'Now the men will piss on top of the creation!'

Then, enraged, the imam attacks from the tower
Strangling the abbot with a prayer bead

And the abbot says:
'Pour gasoline in your pants!
Pour gasoline in your pants, light up my undies
On fire!
Pour gasoline in your pants!
Break all the ribs!'
And then the abbot curses,
With a sulfuric curse,
That breaks the bridges,
Kills the cattle,
Crushes the dam near the village fields
Near the village fields,
Then the abbot dies

So is everything fine?
Oh no! When the day ends,
The fields still sway
The harvest is completely ruined,
Minds fill with anger,
Blaming fingers now point...
At the imam
And when the trial is over,
It all starts again...
Tractor
It follows again...
Face slap!