The weather rumbles heavily while the clouds bare little. So the broker calls, as tense as a tightly strung string now, yes at the end of another unfruitful financial year. Woe oh woe, just look at the empty corn ear, therein they stare at the empty purse. Yes, while the mine industry also bares little profit. Soon it will be infinitely difficult for everyone.  

In the mismatched pair, the rich man is now standing with begging hands, together with the beggar. So, who is now the sparrow and who is the eagle? Look, the Vatican is declared bankrupt in the church bazaar also.

Tree times three times the cock crows, but nobody stands deeply ashamed before God. With no government still competent globally, the entire world economy is now covered with cheap tinsel.

But the big world famous men still think they are still competent. Proudly the kings still hold their heads high, yes oh so important. But look, all their bankers already lie defeated, already perished in death.

With their hands clasped together so distressed, the nations suddenly call God by His Name. They pray and ask: Oh whereto is our food and where is all the grain? But all the governments now blame each other to and fro.

With old allies that do not want to stand together anymore. So the cock now crows three times three, in treason. Look, the ugly world duck will never ever become a swan and it is completely too late to try to devise a plan.

Yes, the weather rumbles heavily while the clouds bare little. In the empty corn ear the white-milk-cow dies, emaciated and skinny. Big uprising is seen everywhere, while the unrest will not subside again.

Fear is throbbing in many main arteries, while the last bit of courage bares a war. Yes, the fat is in the fire. So draw the lager, so that the similar ones can finally gather.