Look how the forest is transparent and light
Look how the gray empty horizon is cold
Look how the wind is whirling leaves
Holding the flock of crows in its hand
The Fall will cover mud and hide tracks
With its motley blanket
The tracks that lead to the stones in that meadow
In the century-old thicket
Can you see the two birds hovering
Rising higher and higher to the clouds
Listen to trees echoing to
The voices that are as old as this World
The voices of the ancient sorcerers
Listen to the weeping of the wind
See how the butcher is making the fire
The door is open
The woman in black
Is sitting by the fire near mossy stones
She is calling for me with her endless eyes
And the movements of her lips
Come closer, traveler
Warm yourself by my fire
Look at your life and death
Since you've come her anyway
There is no answer in the death
'Cause it's just a flight on the winds of destiny
The life is just an instant
Is just a running jump before vast emptiness
The eternity of stars, the endlessness of sky
And the shining of Sun. This is all in your hands
The noise of rain and the breaks of wind
You are one of us and you will hear it all
The witch is drawing a circle on the sand
Summoning those who can not be seen
The witch is dancing on the dark water
Plaiting the rain drops into her hair