Kispál and The Badger
Dewfoot
The fired arrow went around
When he was killed he always fell asleep
When he died He tried it
The dewy feet drowned
The river leaves your arms
From the small town to the big city
Put yourself up lie on your back
È man is like a tree
You didn't even pick up the apples
look under them to see if they are ripe
They will fall and be fine we live
The bison will return

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