Krummi

The raven slept in the cliff cave
on a cold winter night
there's a lot to be troubled by
there's a lot to be troubled by

Before the beautiful day broke
he drags his frosty nose
from under a big stone
from under a big stone

Hammm Hammm

The raven fluffed his tail
also sharpened his beak well
flew from the mountain's chasms
flew from the mountain's chasms

Looks over the farms and homes
at the farms before the waking servants
waving his wings quickly
waving his wings quickly

Hammm Hammm

Lying on the side, he was sore
a fat sheep by the garden
once bold on the field
once bold on the field

Caw caw, the name has come here
Caw caw, for us it is offered
scraps on the cold ground
scraps on the cold ground

Hammm Hammm

The raven fluffed his tail
also sharpened his beak well
flew from the mountain's chasms
flew from the mountain's chasms

Looks over the farms and homes
at the farms before the waking servants
waving his wings quickly
waving his wings quickly

Hammm Hammm