Tortured dear, I was exhausted,
And in the house the night I asked a forester.
With a smile, a good-natured old man let me in,
And a friendly gesture, he invited to dinner.
Whether at home traveler, I in no way refuse,
I am in no way refuse, I'm in no way refuse!
Many stories, since you wish to tell,
Kohl wish to tell, since you wish to tell!
The street was dark, I was sitting at the table.
Forester sat opposite, chatted about that, about this.
What is not among the animals at the old enemy,
What he likes to feed the wolves.
Whether at home traveler, I in no way refuse,
I am in no way refuse, I'm in no way refuse!
Many stories, since you wish to tell,
Kohl wish to tell, since you wish to tell!
And the wolves howled in the night under the window.
The old man smiled and suddenly left home.
But soon returned with a gun on the edge:
Friends want to eat, go buddy in the woods!
Whether at home traveler, I in no way refuse,
I am in no way refuse, I'm in no way refuse!
Many stories, since you wish to tell,
Kohl wish to tell, since you wish to tell!