Oh beautiful spring time,
The forest-meadow is green.
Forest-field shines bright,
The poor man mutters mournfully.
- My ringyes-bright life,
I have a lot of problems.
I'm just working, but it's real:
As soon as it's a thing, it's not good.
Well, let the devil take over,
Hold the plough, drive the oxen.
Biz I'm going, I'm urinating,
I wander through woods and woods.
He walks through woods and woods,
Well, it's noisy here.
Roaring and grunting,
Never seen anything like it.
A worn old bear with fur,
With a little rabbit in tow.
The poor man is laughing so hard,
Then his heart breaks.
The bear is getting angry,
So she cries out, frantically:
- Your man has lost,
Why are you laughing at me,
I'm going to eat you up,
Skin and skin,
Two small bream per ox.
- Oh, don't do that, ever again!
Who ploughs my land.
Oh, the shame would kill me,
If only it would stay that way.
- Okay, I'll wait until tonight,
It's also good for dinner,
If a bear eats a man.
Oh nice weather, the sun is shining,
The poor man ploughs.
The fox goes round and round:
- What is kend so mournful for?
-I am sad, I have a reason,
I will not even survive.
If you knew what I know,
I am the son of death.
- What is a patvar, what is the case?
- Oh, my goodness, I'm in love.
Walking in the woods,
Well, there's noise ahead,
Roaring and grunting,
Never seen anything like it.
A worn old bear with fur,
Fighting with a little rabbit.
I had a big giggle at him,
Bears eat you for dinner.
- Trust me with all your troubles,
I'll fix this,
If you pay me kend:
A rooster with his six chickens,
You can do what you want,
With the fur of my lord the bear.
You promise, of course, of course,
And he hardly has the guts.
Maybe his father didn't have one either,
So many guns in his yard.
- Hear kend, if you bear brother,
He's here, he never minds.
I'll be in the bush,
And I play the trumpet like a knight.
Father Bear gets scared,
Hide it quickly,
Abb' in the old coal sack,
The rest is for you to see.
- Wow, wow, great,
Fox, you're a big brain!
And the fox speaks with a proud head:
- You use your wits more than your strength.
In the evening the bear comes lazily,
- Well, you're finished now, man.
Well, it's just a trumpet blaring,
- What is it man? what is it, do you hear?
- I hear you, sir, the hussars.
You don't even know how many the numbers are.
- Irgum-burgum, I'll leave this one,
Being myself against so much.
- Are you afraid, Mr. Bear?
- No, but the thing is,
The other day I chased him,
I made an army ugly.
Why always hurt,
If you don't have to do harm?
I just wish I knew where to hide,
You wouldn't raise a finger at you either.
- Here's a sack of coal,
Come in, but don't laugh.
The bear is in, the fox is out,
He blows his horn like a knight.
- God grant me, my good friend,
Well, we're fine, I see.
- Thank you as much as possible,
Where to in such a hurry?
- I'm hunting for bear skin,
My hunter told me,
There is an old bear,
Who's in the mood for a knight.
I bet with my friend,
I'm going to call you right now.
We've already drunk his skin,
Having pissed up a hundred pints of lager.
- That's a brave thing to do.
- What moves in the bag?
- Never mind you,
Senes capital, black.
- Well, if you're a chump, take the axe,
Split this knob in two.
Poor man gets the axe,
Bear's head snaps in two.
Foxy will pop,
He's laughing uproariously now:
- Learn this from a human:
You have more brains than brawn!
But then you hear kend,
There will be trouble, that's for sure,
When I cock my hammer, I cock my hammer,
I'm not getting it tonight.
The poor man goes home,
After all, you can go one.
Maybe his father didn't have one either,
So many guns in his yard.
It is dusk, it is twilight,
- Foxy, knock knock here!
- I am I, open the door,
Give me my cock, my gun.
My six guns, my cock,
Until then, I'm not angry.
The poor man is silent,
It's like there's a dog inside,
Growling, snarling and snorting,
Like a dog out of bed.
- Poor man, do you hear,
What's so special about it?
- There were three cops here,
Annoyed by the smell of foxes...
Wait, I'll open the door,
I'll give you your gun...
God has beaten you with a bad rap,
I can hardly stand it anymore.
- Poor man, don't open it,
Wait a little, my soul.
- A hat tyukot, kakast, kappant, -
I could pay a lot.
- I give you your chicken, your coke,
Let all your beavers die.
Fox runs with a bugle,
Poor man
Giggle with pleasure:
You have more brains than brawn!
