The raven sleeps on rocky cliffs
On a cold winters night
Many things will hurt him
Many things will hurt him
Before the fair day runs out
He pulls the frostbitten nose
from under a big stone
from under a big stone
Craw Craw
The raven stiffened his tail
Sharpened his beak
as well Flew from the mountain cracks
Flew from the mountain cracks
He looks over the homes and villages
Before they awaken He flutters his wings
He flutters his wings
Craw Craw
He lays finished on the plain
A well-fed sheep in a garden close by
Once he was faster
Once he was faster
Craw Craw,
namesakes come along!
Craw Craw,
there is an offer for a feast on a cold ground
a feast on a cold ground
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