mersiowsky - 9-10-2014 at 08:48 PM
(From: Jórdank in Monnewiz)
Translated by Ed Bernthal
Below Rosenthal lies a meadow,
A foot path goes across the meadow,
A foot path goes across the meadow,
This one is well worn.
But who has worn it out?
Saint Mary wore it out.
Going to mass and back again,
Going to Vespers and back home.
There she met Elizabeth,
Yes, her cousin Elizabeth.
God be with you, God bless you, my cousin,
You, my cousin Elizabeth.
O what the people say about us,
They say that we both are pregnant!
Don’t deny it, don’t deny it, my cousin,
You, Elizabeth my cousin.
I will soon bear a son,
Yes, really, a son, Jesus Christ.
This will happen in the middle of winter,
When waves of the sea will surge.
When the waves of the sea surge,
When the birds in the air freeze.
You will also bear a son,
Yes, really, a son, the Saint John.
This will happen in the middle of summer,
When the waves of the sea ripple.
When the waves of the sea ripple,
When all the birds in the bushes are mating.
(From: Joedank in Monnewiz)
Translated by Ed Bernthal
Below Rosenthal lies a meadow,
A foot path goes across the meadow,
A foot path goes across the meadow,
This one is well worn.
But who has worn it out?
Saint Mary wore it out.
Going to mass and back again,
Going to Vespers and back home.
There she met Elizabeth,
Yes, her cousin Elizabeth.
God be with you, God bless you, my cousin,
You, my cousin Elizabeth.
O what the people say about us,
They say that we both are pregnant!
Don’t deny it, don’t deny it, my cousin,
You, Elizabeth my cousin.
I will soon bear a son,
Yes, really, a son, Jesus Christ.
This will happen in the middle of winter,
When waves of the sea will surge.
When the waves of the sea surge,
When the birds in the air freeze.
You will also bear a son,
Yes, really, a son, the Saint John.
This will happen in the middle of summer,
When the waves of the sea ripple.
When the waves of the sea ripple,
When all the birds in the bushes are mating.
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