Who's flying over there? .
Kerry pushes, hoes, but doesn't talk.
There's no need to chatter,
you're an empty tourist,
people have plenty of work to do,
always in the fields
Renkipoika at the end of the field,
shows the direction, turns the guy around.
Thus, the kömmö kötöttävi,
the field mows the köttätävi.
Moves the land, moves, clears, plows, mows.
The cart pushes, hoes, but doesn't talk pukaha.
There's no need to chatter,
took an empty tourist,
people have plenty of work,
always in the fields
Moves the ground, moves, clears, plows, to mow.
Kerry pushes the cart, hoes, but doesn't speak a word.
There's no need to chatter,
you're an empty tourist,
there's plenty of work for the people,
always in the fields
Eyes made of stone,
a beak made of turnips,
hand strength brought from the air,
wild tempos of the wind.
Renki boy at the end of the field,
shows the direction, turns the guy.
Thus, it's weird,
the field is mowing.
There was no need to talk,
the empty tourist was busy, the people had a lot of work,
clearing the fields.
The legs are made of steel,
a skeleton torn from iron.
From his joints draining,
spirits from boiling,
spirits from boiling

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