• Dark SONG
  • In the leaden backdrop of the dawn
    the horseman stands in silence
    the long mane of his horse

    disheveled by the wind.

    O, Lord ! O, Lord!
    Horseman are not to stand still,
    when the event is brewing.
    Beside the burnt hedge
    the girl stands in silence
    her delicate skirt

    waving in the wind.

    O, Lord! O, Lord!
    Girls should not to remain silent,
    when weary and hopeless
    men grow old.