Zahorzc Bed Lyrics

Grey mists over the forest flow

Like spirits in a row

The crane flies to another show

Empty and cold, the meadow and grove

The wind from the west coldly blows

And the yellowed leaves sing a quiet prose

This song you know; every autumn's eve

The leaves on the oak whisper it anew

But few understand the words

And those who do, find no laughter in the beat

Unknown pilgrim in a grey habit

With that cross in hand on a long pole

And with that rosary - whoever you are

Where are you heading now this evening

Why such a hurry? Your foot is bare

And the autumn is cold - cold dew

Stay here with us, we are good people

Everyone likes to see a good guest

Dear pilgrim! - You're not yet old

Your beard does not yet cover your chin

And your cheeks like a pretty maiden

But why so pale and sadly wilted

And your eyes sunk into hollows

Perhaps there is sorrow buried in your heart

Perhaps misfortune squeezes your body

With grey years down to the earth

Handsome young man, don't go at night

If possible, we'll be glad to help

And at least maybe we'll cheer you up

Just don't pass by, come, rest your body

There is no sorrow without a cure

And a powerful balm sleeps in trust

He hears nothing, knows nothing, nor lifts an eye

It's impossible to pull him out of his dreams

And there he already disappears into one thicket

God strengthen him on his journey