Forest and glades, no one is around.
A snow-storm is crying and groaning,
It feels as in the gloom of the night
The Evil One is burying someone;
Hush, it is so! In the darkness
Death is hugging and caressing an old man,
With the drunkard She is dancing a trepak,
While singing a song into his ear:
"Oh, my little wretched man,
Got drunk, stumbled along the road,
But the witch-blizzard has risen furiously,
And driven you from the glade into the dense forest.
Tortured with anguish and need,
Lie down, curl up and fall asleep, my dear!
(continued in part 2)
(translation by Sergey Rybin)