Kajze I podzioł
synocek my dear?
probably go in the uprising
evil enemy killed.
You niedobrzy people
DLO holy God
cemuście killed
synocka mine?
Zodnej yo props
byda no longer had,
§ bych though my
OCY old cried.
Even with my tears gorkich
Measles was secondary,
to eat synocka
I do not revived.
it lies there in the grave,
yo I do not know a candidate,
though August opytuja
wsandy between people.
Maybe nieborocek
lies in dołecku kaj.
and could se lygać
on your Hearth.
Hey, ćwierkeycie him there,
ptosecki you god,
when mamulicka
can not find it.
And you, god flowers,
kwitnijze about,
let them synockowi
though lies cheerfully.
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