Crow to crow flies,
Raven crow cries:
raven! where we used to dine?
How to visit us?
Raven crow in response:
I know, We will lunch;
In chistom field under rakitoy
The hero is killed.
Who and what killed,
He knows only his falcon,
Yes filly Ravens,
Yes mistress young.
Falcon flew off into the woods,
On the mare sat foe,
A hostess is waiting for sweet
not slain, alive.
