Autumn is a very foggy time.

1. The weather is autumn, very foggy, ; I should plow my pigeons, ; But myplow is scattered, ; Where can I gather all my pigeons. ; ; 2. My iron plow is at the blacksmith, ; My beam at the collar, ; I have no seed in the sack, ; They have all taken it away in debt. ; ; 3. There is no roof on my house, ; Not a single bird to roost, ; I have six oxen at the market, ; The price goes into someone else's pocket. ; ; 4. My farmer is also sad, ; His wife consoles him, ; Don't cry, don't cry, my dear, ; May you be better in the afterlife. ; ; 5. We will not go to the afterlife, ; We will go to America, ; They write on the passport, ; My homeland is God's. ; ;