Sorry, I have to reply with my favourite Márta Sebestyén song, and I stop here for today:
Teremtés (Creation)
Let's the man knead God from clay,
Who will create world for him,
Where the man could fold paperboat for himself
and can get away with it the Flood.
Always look for new shores
to become dry.
Always look for new shores,
Until the last tide will wash him away.
Always look for new shores
to become dry.
Always look for new shores,
Until the last tide will wash him away.