Give the dogs some meat - Perhaps they’ll fight. Give the hungover fellows some Kvass - Maybe they’ll get smashed. So that the crows don’t get fat - Set up some more scarecrows. But so that there will be, give to the lovers A secluded corner. Throw cereal onto the ground - Perhaps some shoots will appear. Okay, I’ll be obedient - Give me freedom! To the hounds they gave chunks of meat But the hounds wouldn’t fight. They gave the drunks vodka, But they refused it. People tried to scare away the crows, But the crows were not frightened. Pairs of people united, But they got separated. They poured water on the ground - No ears of corn - how strange! They gave me freedom yesterday. What will I do with it?
© Peter Struwwel. Translation, ?