God bless the truffle hunter!

There's oatmeal! Bring beggars;
over twenty, I think, on both roots.
The farmer calls me feathers.
God bless the truffle hunter!
I was rejected with joy, the lions sang
all day on the green coast.
A bouncer composed a song
It was unbelievable.
Oh, son of the winds, he loves me;
so never give up.
he shouts at me
Now right! Now left!
I lived the last long day
faced the Yellow face
And in the afternoon the bell rang;
I stand on my toes and squat.
I want your baby to go to bed.
A noise between the marshes and the pastures;
There is peace in the house;
Prayer calls us to Divine thoughts.
There's oatmeal! they shout
Year round fishing
Music is played here and space is added
Wonderful time in Fahir, Holy!
- Old Yankal Krümmel
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