Folklore's Of Our Lands
Folklore's Of Our Lands
According to the folklore in my native village
They say that every year
There is born a goat,
A goat with four horns.
There is no such goat
In any of the five neighboring villages
But only in that one.
The goat is always half white
It's always half brown
With jet black limbs.
That goat is given away
As a donation to a saint
Who visits that village
Only once every year.
About who no one knows from where he comes
And to where he goes.
The folklore says that
He is a saint from heaven,
Who takes that goat as a donation
In return of saving the village
From all sorts of unhappiness and disasters.
He is a heavenly saint
The goat is a savior.