spelled: 

  Firing thunders, I wish, to hit the road, 

  Make all my horses, turn back home in 

  snore. 

  Good afternoon, to you twelve bricklayer, 

  Good afternoon, to you bricklayer 

  Kelemen

  My dear, my dear, why did you come 

  here? 

  Why did you come here, into the big 

  danger? 

  There is a decision, brought by us 

  bricklayers, 

  That whose beloved wife, visits first in 

  here, 

  To be coughed at once, and thrown into 

  the fire, 

  And in lime to be mixed, her smooth and  

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  white ashes. 

  They suddenly grabbed, and put her into 

  the fire, 

  And into the lime, they mixed, her smooth 

  and white ashes. 

  And with that they built up, the high castle 

  of Deva, 

  Cause this was the only way, to win its 

  highly price. 

  Father, dear father, my beloved father, 

  Where in the far lands, stays so much my 

  mother? 

  She stays so far, but she'll be home by 

  night; 

  And the night has come, but she didn't 

  arrive! 

  On the other day morning, her beloved 

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