THE CROWS
Isaac Taylor Headland translation
LOOK at the white-breasted crows overhead!
My father shot once, and ten crows tumbled dead.
When boiled or when fried, they taste very good,
But skin them, I tell you, there's no better food.
Isaac Taylor Headland translation
LOOK at the white-breasted crows overhead!
My father shot once, and ten crows tumbled dead.
When boiled or when fried, they taste very good,
But skin them, I tell you, there's no better food.