The moon lies over bog and bog.
- Hey, hey, my song is gray!
Other people they slept in peace.
- For still the winds are whistling, they are complaining,
Gloomy, dark over wooded hills.
The sea roars with sighs and squalls.
- Hey, hey, my song is gray!
Howling at me one cold coral.
- For still the winds whir, they chase,
heavy, dark over wooded hills.
Sun-driven and lame, blue-black, without hope,
stinging memories haunt me.
Can you hear me,
love my girl?
Tróytna, stiff and heavy,
I fall down.
The moon veiled in the cloud stood.
- Hi, hi, my song is gray!
Blaknar no om bø and hamlet.
- For still the winds rush, they chase,
Gloomy, dark over the wooded hill.
Clouds, black, in the west rise.
- Hi, hi, my song is grey!< br/>Flashing, through the night.
- For still the winds rush, they chase,
heavy, dark over wooded hills.
Sun-driven and lame, blue-black, without height p,
severe memories haunt me.
ÃÂ˅, can you hear me,
love my girl?
Tróytna, stiff and heavy ,
I bow down.

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