A harsh wind is howling
The trees are rustling in the chorus
The misery is gnawing that I find him
as I began to listen to the chatter
What is your desire?
...He said to me
No thaler and hardly any bread
I asked my savior for help
Full of scorn and ridicule and distress
I appeal to the last savior< br/>What a joy, what a blessing
The seeds of happiness come to life
Scratch of the Earth
Lord of the Dwarves
Lord of the Mountains
Glück auf, KrakonoÅ ¡!
Spooky spirit of the spenders,
King of folly,
Avenger of the poor,
Judge of truth
Disguised as a charcoal burner
as a monk or miner
Helping and fooling
the perplexed hiker
Thanks paid...
He amazes me all over again
No thaler and hardly any bread
/>Now the old cousins u200bu200bare dying
Cursed in deepest distress
thanks to our noble savior
A gentle wind is blowing
The little birds are singing in the choir
Happy hearts with wife and child
and rich in all things of goodness
Scourge of the Earth
Lord of the Dwarves
Lord of the Mountains
Good luck, Krakonoš!

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