Oh, director, you are powerful, you are chasing the cluster of clouds, you are forcing on Saturday.
Getting us out to work.
Will you refuse to answer me? Have you seen where the wages are?
The Annual? I am looking for her...
The Director:
There is a mountain in the north, there is a deep hole in it, there is a deep hole in it.
Three ropes the tomb rolls out of gold.
In that grave is your salary.