"Brooms, brooms, yes brooms-sweepers, yes on the hearth laid about, yes from the hearth were torn off. Godfather Gabriel, godfather Gabriel, I to Gabriel was saying."
I've been chanting the words to myself for the past day, trying make sense out of the sounds I'm saying. I can't help but think after I listen to myself for a while that I sound like an old married woman nagging at her husband. 'Veniki, veniki, da veniki pomeliki, da po pechi valialisia da spechi oborvalisia.' Hopefully when we put the harmonies together it won't sound quite that way. Otherwise I'll have a hard time keeping a straight face while we sing.