2021.01.07.
The Winter Festival is coming
The Winter Festival is comingThrough the field of oats
Treading down the little grass
Lifting up the sprouts
- Mummers, dear elders,
Where have you broken off the rod?
- On the tall mountain
From a holy wood
As they were flogging maidens,
Gold was pouring
As they were flogging lads
Silver was pouring