I went away of home, (with) mouth full of jokes
they said me: watch out* child,
world's awaiting you like swollen river
all around (are) spider webs.
It is me
Yeah mum, it is me, hide me in your nest
It is me
Yeah mum, I will be good
When I was digging gold, it was going quite freehand
drinking, carbon**, and crowding in bed,
I raked rich money and tears like peas
had that women, when I waved (with hand) them.
It is me
Yeah mum, it is me, hide me in your nest
It is me
Yeah mum, I will be good
I broke up my legs in diggings of Kutna Hora
dampness and mildew are scrambling on me
muck sit on me, raised dust and mess
remained me only this song.