She was in a village by a forest side.
She knocked at the doors and loudly she cried...
It was growing dark; she was terrified.
The grim doors were shut, and entrance was denied.
For a long, long time she wandered far and wide.
Oh lonely it was in the darkness to abide
With grim doors shut and entrance denied.
And darkness threatening like a rising tide!
When triumphant morning in all its pride
Rose on the world, she had fallen, she had died.
В село из леса она пришла.
Она стучала, она звала.
Ее страшила ночная тьма,
Но не пускали ее в дома.
И долго, долго брела она,
И темной ночью была одна,
И не пускали ее в дома,
И угрожала ночная тьма.
Когда ж, ликуя, заря взошла,
Она упала — и умерла.