mersiowsky - 8-25-2015 at 04:03 PM
(From Luebbenau)
Translated by Ed Bernthal
When I was a young fellow,
I carried feathers, feathers, feathers,
Then when I got to be an old guy,
I was looking for a piece of bread.
Earlier, I was up and about,
Ran up to the top of all the hills, hills, hills,
Now I am grounded,
Sit in the chair.
No known music.