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August the shepherd heard wolves
Wolves in the middle of May
Only two
But the shepherd, he swears
Together they were howling the feeding song
The one from olden times
And he yells
And his hat is dented
Yells: "Quick, get the scythes or it will be too late!
Beat them to death before the rowster crows three times!"
But who listens to an old hat –
And takes caution
And takes caution?

August the shepherd was never seen again
Only his old hat
Drenched in blood
Was swimming in the stream. About ten
Were later seen by the village witch's child
At night in the quarry –
Blood all over them
And the noses turned into the wind
The child's mouth was hexed shut by the mother
And she whispered: "Be quiet or you will perish
They who cannot forget the bad wolf, my child
Will always stay a child
Will always stay a child."
Already the dogs were snapping at the wind and in the hedges
Roses were smelling like rotten carcasses
The pigs were not eating anymore
Owls were hunting in daylight
Chicken buried their eggs in the sand
Bacon in the smoke stack grew soft
From the pond
Carps were crawling onto land
The old folks toothlessly laughed
And hissed "We told you right away!
Fertilise the fields with old crap
Otherwise everything is crap
Otherwise everything is crap."

Then, on Johannis' Day, at the fire dance festival –
Nobody knows anymore how –
Suddenly they were there. From the thicket
They leaped into the dancing circle. Too fast
Brides were killed and too pale
Was the moon. But brightly
Brightly burned the fire of dried moss
Burned the forest all the way down to the river
"Children, go play. We know nothing of the smoke over there
And we do not smell anything
We do not smell anything."
"The time is upon us
To pry out the gold from our teeth
Be smart and dig trenches around your house!
Give your daughters to the roughest man
The one who in distress
Cracks more than bread
With his teeth"
Sang the grimy hawker
As he was offering amulets made of woolves' teeth
"Wrap straw and barbed wire around your necks
And keep quiet
And keep quiet!"

Was happened in the houses after all?
Bites into beams and beds
Who's grease
Smeared the chimney?
Who handed the wolves the chalk, the flour
Made their paws look white?
Which goat did the goats' barking sound like?
Did a seventh little goat hide?
Were boulders found in the well?
A lot of questions that only someone appreciates
Who wants to disrupt
Who wants to disrupt
But the Ruffian with teeth like a boar –
A tourist attraction today –
Knows what has happened. But boldly
He sits in a cage, eats blood pudding and laughs
When asked. And only
Exactly at midnight
In the night of St. Johannis
When the wheel of fire jumps off the mountains
The tourists merrily singing the feeding song
He wildly bites the bars, yelling: "Stop the song!
'Tis a nasty song
'Tis a nasty song!"

August the shepherd heard wolves
Wolves in the middle of May
More than two
And the shepherd, he swears
Together they were howling the feeding song
The one from olden times
And he yells
And his hat is dented
Yells: "Quick, get the scythes or it will be too late!
Beat them to death before the rowster crows three times!"
But who listens to an old hat –
And takes caution
And takes caution?