My young bride
Why are your shoulders like that
of a tired old woman
Like a tired old woman

My young bride
why are your fingers like that
of the hedge in winter
Of the hedge in winter

frozen lakes and winter
snowshoes and hunters
carried the curtail for you
darkness and forests grant you
the longest
face made from pourage and stew

My young bride
why aren't you moving at all
helps to make the day seem shorter
helps to make the day seem shorter

My young bride
Why aren't you keeping with you
all the ones who really love you
all the ones who really love you

frozen lakes and winter
snowshoes and hunters
carried the curtail for you
darkness and forests grant you
the longest
face made from pourage and stew