The snow was falling so heavily that it made him drunk all at once. Girl, big clumps of snow the size of a child's fist fell from the sky, and we held our faces up to let it fall on us...
It's getting late, the pig's coming home with the piggy bank.His master's outside smoking a pipe, when he's circling the drain.
To the fair, the shepherd drives it, before them
The eagle flies, flies, flies, the wolf watches, watches. - It's good to hunt, says he, says he, It's better not to live in sorrow, For it's good to do what's right, It's better to take care of what's wrong, For what's the use, hey, what's the use, Punishment will catch up with you.Hey, good for you, you eagle, If you fly away, who will find you?Have pity, my love, have pity, my saint, Teach me to fly. The eagle owl flies,
The fox is lying under a pear tree with a hungry belly.He listens, listens to the humming of the sad pigeon (in this sense, a pigeon - editor),But still bitterly sad, the rumbling of his stomach: Gili, don't purr!I sing such a song myself,Or I'll sing a fiddle, or nothing at all.The gili says with a crying voice:- My poor wife is ill,I can do her no good now. Thank God, I'm very glad to know it.
(Móc: a Romanian man settled among the Hungarians in Transylvania - ed.; source: WikiDictionary) The crunchy Piri hazelnut is good.Mackó siram loves it, he visits it in Bokra. One palm full of it, the other he taps it with.He peels it, well, well,And bites it, well, well!If you fill a paw, he eats it and munchs it. ♪ A big-haired fella's looking for a crunchy peanut ♪ He's angry, he's angry, he's got a lot of worms, he's a rare one, he's a bag of goodies.- Oh, my dear, heavenly one, who has been walking
The wolf of our pack is looking into the woodshed,On the tail of carnival.- God grant, my good sheep,It's a fine day outside.Golden weather, the sun is shining,It's spring on the morrow. The grass is green in the meadow, - Old ram, Old ram!Why are you sitting there starving? There's been a rumble in there, - Old ram, but he's clever! We're more afraid of the wolf than we are of the empty belly,And yet we have no good dog of our own, Who
The sun is scorching, the summer is hot,The pigs are out in the field.They're digging up the straw,They've never had a better job. But a cloud is gathering, a great thunderstorm is coming, The sky is thundering, rain and ice, like a bucket of water. The pigs are frightened, they're galloping home in the light of noon. There's squealing, there's shrieking, there's shivering, there's shivering
Where there was, where there wasn't, beyond the periphery, There lived a rich man, With a pile of shit! He wouldn't trade with the king for a whole tableful.And whoever could fit through the keyhole was caught by the little mouse. The master was furious:Come here, you cat!Catch the mouse,You'll be in trouble! The cat stood on his stool,The mouse was coming soon.The cat snapped his claws at him,And snapped the mouse's tail. Chicky-chicky-chicky! The little mouse cries:Auntie cat, give me
Once upon a time there was a troubled life,When the waters dried up,The rivers became ropes,The streams became drops,From tree to tree, from mountain to mountainThey dried them one by one,And as drying ropesThey hung on themThe sheets of the seas,The little shawls of lakes and ponds,So they dried, indeed,The many waters in the sun. Well, what can the poor pigeon do,What can the goose and the duck do!They'll join together, they won't die of thirst just for the sake of it,They'll go away at last,When they've had a drink
Oh beautiful spring time,The forest-meadow is green.The forest-meadow shines bright,The poor man mumbles mournfully. - I'm just working, but it's true:As soon as it's a thing, it's not a thing.Let the devil be here,Let him keep the plough, let him drive the ox.But I'm going, I'm lording it,I'm wandering in the woods and forests. Poor man.
Fox:God bless you, mate bear! Bear:God bless you, fox! Fox:Be brave, be bold, your fox is always ready for battle! Bear:I would not advise you to let anyone come in my way If you want to stay in your good graces, in your good humour, in your noble skin. Fox:Come, come, my little bear! Bear:Brum, brum, I'm eating fox, mate! Bear:Never
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