I hear you call me now
I have already risen.
I know you transfer love
You welcome sun by calling
Crow, crow, crow, dear crow
You call father of heaven.
To wash away streets
You come forward soon
We know you are clever
You sing in your style.
Cold winter morning is
You do not fear to bath
To become pure you try
Early morning is favourite.

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