I live in the best of the worlds -
I have no need for a shack!
The earth is my bed and my roof is skyfall,
My grave is a ditch, the forest my walls, -
Shivers down the back.

But I feel great!
It’s nice for me to live in the land -
In a ditch, at the very bottom -
In the silence that so pleasant.

Scorching rays, no need for firewood, -
Anyone - come in to my domain!
Only what a pity, they don’t fix the roof,
And in this best of the worlds
Sometime even rains.

But I feel great!
You don’t believe me, then come in,
Sit down and stop whining, -
Make sure you don’t wake me!

And everything is wonderful, the way I like, -
Praise gods from me indeed!
Also I have a hole on my belt, to make tight,
And a steed I could’ve ride -
Only I don’t have a steed.

But I feel great!
All the troubles is too much talking.
I’m making sounds on the strings,
Three days in a row I sing -
Do listen to me!