Текст песни Башня Rowan - Фолкер

I'll go to the market in the morning
and I will find there at the old ladies
thirty-three polka dot socks,
four green cats,
eight strings for mandolin,
a pound of wild raspberries
and a glass of good herb.

I'll stuff my purchases in my bag
I'll become like a real folker,
to make the holiday turn out
to make the photo clear.
To twenty variegated skirts
they would flap their wings
and fifteen pairs of shoes
tap dance.

For what in the world is a folker?
And for about the same,
why is there a seagull in the sky.

What is Katie for?
And for about the same,
why in the world is a folk.

What is happiness for?
but for about the same
what in the world is Katie.

What is grief in the world?
And for about the same,
why is happiness in the world.