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Translation: title: FINICKY HORSES.
Along the cliffside, above the abyss, along the very, very edge, I am whipping my horses up into a frenzy; but it seems I'm running out of air, I want oxygen; I drink the wind, I gulp the fog; I can feel myself perishing in a mortifying rapture.... : Horses, slow down just a bit, slow down a bit; pay no heed to the tightly-pleated crop.
But the horses I have are like no others -- I am running out of life. I am out of tine, I won't have the chance to finish my song... I will water my horses, I will finish my refrain, I will linger for a moment on the very, very edge... We made it just in time: no one ever shows up late when God summons a guest; but the angels seem to be singing in such irritated voices -- or is that the harness bell that is chiming its heart out?
Or is it me shrieking at the horses, not to drag the sleigh quite so quickly... Horses, I beg you, slow down, never mind the bite of the whip. I will water my horses, finish my refrain, stand for just one instant longer at the very, very edge
-- Transl. by Maria Ashot
In a dark and misty house
Where no christian man has been
Wicked annabella mixes a brew
That no one's ever seen
Relatives have passed her by
Too scared to even say hello
She's in perpetual midnight
She shuts out the day
And goes about her sinful ways
I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face
Look towards mine
I, I've felt her eyes burning my soul
Twisting my mind
Little children who are good
Should always go to sleep at night
'cause wicked annabella is up in the sky
Hopin' they will open their eyes
Don't go into woods at night
'cause underneath the sticks and stones
Are lots of little demons enslaved by annabella
Waiting just to carry you home
Nightfall o river of night flow through me
Washing thoughts of the day on your waters away
For the morrow that dawns never knew me
Nightfall nightfall folding her dark locks around you
Her eyes they have found you would show you
This new dream they're holding
O sleep o come to me you who are night's daughter
And I'll give you my eyes for the colours that rise
As time's echoes reflect on you water