Scare the vulgar ravens
Dark-hearted in black, they are
To them, to this narrow chain
How do you give your heart?
Thieves, pretending to be friends, they are
From you, what every villainous one of them wants,
Only God knows.
O The comate of the old peasant!
O The guard of his all harvest!
Nothing but a worn, pale clad
Makes your essence.
Scare the vulgar ravens.
Believe not their innocence
They are not what they seem, and say
But are to rob the whole farm in a day.
Dear scarecrow! ...