When the sixteen kingdoms were only sixteen tribes, A hero ambled forth all tall and tough and wise, How sleek he is! How fragrant! A five-claw? No, a ten! He wrestles giants just for fun and charges into senche's den!
Who is he? Khunzar-ri! Khunzar-ri! Sing it loud sing it clear. Fighter, lover, poet, thief He's one khajiit to cheer! Who is he, Khunzar-ri, Khunzar-ri Sing it proud, sing it strong! Brave and sly, rarely shy. He never steers you wrong
No dungeon cage can hold him no lock can bar his way, Some stories claim he's a god or so they say, He dragged the light from Jone and Jode down to the growing fields, And now we have moon-sugar and all the good it yields.
Who is he? Khunzar-ri! Khunzar-ri! Sing it loud sing it clear. Fighter, lover, poet, thief He's one khajiit to cheer! Who is he, Khunzar-ri, Khunzar-ri Sing it proud, sing it strong! Brave and sly, rarely shy. He never steers you wrongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
