The Brzygr fortune , is killed

The Brzygr fortune , is killed
Flowers and thorns , the same shall gather

This old custom -go-round and is intercepted
The rich , the poor , Brig.

Mother , kiss the girl
I wish this pain, heart fit

Where , kiss my mother
While the tears go , kissed

Buy the child , the mother Bvdsh
It 's clear , that will see him

My mother , my jewel , the universe
Raven world , G·hrm Stole