I live in the best of worlds -
I don’t need a hut!
The earth is my bed, the sky is my shelter, -
Shivers run down my spine.
 

But I am well!
I live fine in the land -
In the ditch quite on the ground -
In pleasant silence.

The rays burn - one needs no fire-wood -
Anybody may come to me!
What a pity - they don’t repair the shelter,
And in this best of worlds
It happens to rain.

But I am well!
You do not believe - then come,
Sit down and do not desire you can’t overcome, -
Be careful not to wake up!

Everything is wonderful - verything above me, -
Praised be the lord by me!
There is still a hole in the strap,
I could ride on the horse -
Yet there is no horse.

But I am well!
All the mischiefs are gossip.
I let the strings sound,
Sing one after another for three days -
Listen to me!