mersiowsky - 10-5-2014 at 11:00 PM
(From Lohsa)
Translated by Ed Bernthal
Saturday will start tomorrow,
A day of hope for a poor man.
He butchered for himself a rooster,
And hung it on the gate.
A raven came flying by,
And tore off the best piece for himself.
He flew with it into the forest,
And cut himself some wheels;
With them he drove to the fine market,
And bought carnations for his girls;
One for each girl,
Two for his sweetheart.
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