Before the gaze of the Moon
In the dark my soul lives
In the eternal glow of the forest
My soul and body become one
The freezing night wind
Raise my pagan spirit
Here sitting under a tree
Perceiving the nocturnal lament of the Moon
The wind is the author of a melody
The trees dance their song
The Moon sings its melancholy
The river rests in a deep sleep
Here sitting under a tree
Perceiving the nocturnal lament of the Moon
The Moon sings its melancholy
The river rests in a deep sleep
In the eternal glow of the forest
My soul and body become one
The freezing night wind
Raise my pagan spirit
The wind is the author of a melody
The trees dance their song
