Текст песни Тиль Уленшпигель - Я по дороге шёл

I was walking on the road
And I met a sad horse.
She has no wings, it seems,
And it is - bad.

I asked: "Where are your wings?
After all, a horse without wings - fiction. "
She told me: "Fly soon to the sky,
Then I will come true. "

It was on the road I
And I met a large pig.
She guzzled potatoes there someone else.
Unscrupulous pig.

She looked at me,
Said, they say will be in heaven,
you'd waved his hand to me,
forgetting that I was a pig.

"Well" - I replied,
At the same time with a shrug.
After that pig and horse told me
Not that I knew.

And then I met a goat,
with wild eyes.
He threw me into the sky horns
probably not out of malice.

There, among the clouds,
Wonderful, I will not argue.
And I will never, never forget
Pigs, horses and goats.