The gray-eared raven sings above
The thrill melts the frost of this nation
Look how the cover of the sky shimmers
It calls me from behind the dark stream
The weak sink into the sparkling jet black
Heroes when you step on the river's shore
The song of antiquity is fresh through the river
It calls the brothers behind the dark stream

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN