The sun is burning on the eastern side?*
Dancing in the crowns, the trees are talking
Where does the path to the mysterious lead?
About which the great-grandfather told, about rare minerals
Is the sun setting out of sight of the trees? autumn
Oh? and flesh, in a bed of leaves Jasmuz dreams
In flames of lightning, magic air
And in a dream he walks the way so much sought
The rock wall is real
The pilgrim of the night of health your age
Ková?'s request, will he speak and? she
Uncovers the ores and their secrets
The dwarf looks from the open mouth of the mountain
Into the open mouth of the blacksmith
Röri knows everything about him
The master of the nobility It eats metal, ore and stone
Come into my basement, I will teach you miracles
I know your troubles well
Some people, the wicked ones
I know who you are and whose offspring you are
Pick up the tree that fell into the furnace
Beautiful hammers, pliers?
Look? on flames, moonlight
Metal? as dumb with beauty
That tools and precious raw materials
Unknown metals
Rocks purple-red
By noble permission
Jasmuz melts what men do not know
He forges and forges horseshoes, singing in the nozzle
Salted pork and the rest of the beer for Röri
What a huge help, and he asks for such a small reward
You sleep, Jasmuzi
The dwarf laughs and echoes with him
Get up, it's already white day
And you have a long journey on your shoulders
The sun burns in your eyes, the light between the branches
What are you?, oh, the wasted time
In the well of September, however, ?four horseshoes
The mountain is nowhere, neither the dream road, nor Röri
The bow of the forest, thanks Mistress, Lord
Thanks to the mysterious boy, all the forces of nature
Almost in the dark at home, the impatient prince
Oreby's son there, and smirking haughtily?
That but did he fall?
When Jasmuz dazzled him with his work
He quickly shoed the running horses?
The horseshoes sang like no other

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