Dwarf goes through Hungary
(translation from Estonian)

From a green morning soil
on a field,
in maize leaf shades,
the sniper rises from the east,
and chariot is golden.

And roads all in dust
and sledges rolling over,
the märd is singing
like the nürd -
a foggy, hilly promise!

If you brought a donkey there
he is going in the front
of burden,
tanks and pieces,
gentlemen

the basket squat releases
in maize leaf shades,
one is hiding in a box,
and fresh is mind,

in this cucumber field.
Already someone rises there,
under sharpened sky,
above a little lake
it makes a turn,
for a while,
sterna hirundo
from Emajõgi,
that`s who it is,
Im all happy, so...
well...hello.. hello!

the song