Pages for a Manuscript - Second To Sun

How an owl catched a bat

With her claws squeezed the bones

How knight Amvrosiy with slashing fellows

Is going to visit his neighbor

Though many chains and locks on the gates

The mistress will open for visitors

So, Martha, guide us, where’s your old man sleeps?

Why did you turn so pale?

Under the lock Dunai is boiling, curling

The night will hide the bloody work

Don’t be afraid, the dead won’t raise from coffin

Whatever will be — will be, guide us forward

Under the lock Dunai is boiling, curling

The clouds run straight

The work is done, the oldman slaughtered

Amvrosiy is feasting with crowd

The Moon peers in bloody waters

With Amvrosiy feasts the villain-wife

Under the lock Dunai is boiling, curling

The castle in flames

Amvrosiy says to his fellows

Slay everyone, young and old

Don’t mourn, mistress, be more joyful

It’s you who let in these funny guests

Sparkling, curling, Dunai reflects

All the castle embraced

Amvrosiy says to his fellows

It’s time to go home for us, folks

Don’t mourn, mistress, and be more joyful

It’s you who let in these funny guests

Over Martha the husband curse thunders

He execrated her, dying:

Disappear, you, so your kind

I curse you one hundred times!

Let the love between you both run dry

Let granny drink the blood of her grandchild

And my curse will burden all your kind

And there will be no place for them

Until the portrait will go down the aisle

Until the bride will raise from coffin

And crushing the skull, will lay down in blood

The last victim of guilty love

How an owl catched a bat

With her claws squeezed the bones

How knight Amvrosiy with slashing fellows

Came to visit his neighbor

Don’t mourn, mistress, and be more joyful

It’s you who let in these funny guests