Axes, knives, weapons?*
Such tools shine in the fire
Hard iron is cut
As shapes mature into brilliant value
Hon? he is with the people for gifts
Thundering horseshoes
All over the land praised
The forging of the old man
How so fused with the forest world
Peaked his heart to to all the anvils of silence
Kon? b?ži with people for gifts
The rustle of crowns
One day, for? the silence softened
Did someone come, hrd? was carried high
From there he looked at the man, Jasmuz
What? his beggar without a horseshoe on his hind leg
A sword at his waist, a shield attached to his saddle
A linden tree and a royal coat of arms
He introduced himself as a prince, a respected heir
The oak thorn of the city of Oreby
"Your bow is not deep, this is how you respect the prince,
heir to the thorn?
My horse has lost his horseshoe ,
Make four new ones, too!
And I want the horseshoes to sing like no other as long as I ride the jet.
Forgotten such art
Not even old blacksmith? it does not lead from the wood
Unrevealed metals from elsewhere
Not in the hands of men secrets can be kept for centuries
Refuse orders sir? not enough
The executioner would have to obey, come to the gallows
Axes, knives, weapons?
Such tools shine in the fire
The fiery iron becomes silent
Až shapes mature in value brilliant
Kon? he is with the people for gifts
Thundering horseshoes
All over the land praised
The forging of the old man
How so fused with the forest world
Peaked his heart to to all the anvils of silence
Kon? he is with the people for gifts
The rustling of crowns
In three days, Jasmuz must fulfill the order of the nobility
Otherwise, nothing good in the world? he will not meet again
The prince goes to the village to the old rock
In that inn he will lie down and rub his hands

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