09.06.2018
The Ballad About The Black Death
Old Inn Under A Blue Star,vicious like an addiction,
musty like piss.
It hosted many men and by drinking many could
forget that they have to live.
One day, from a long journey
a pilgrim came that had eyes
black and deep like the darkness of a well.
A cane was trembling in her skinny hand.
Daj deri dol daj dori del
Even if you hide, you won't escape her.
Daj deri dol daj dori del
'Have a soup, pious pilgrim,'
said good innkeeper and suddenly he became pale
'cause black eyes were eyeholes.
From cheeks, cadaveric poison was pouring out.
The rabble screamed out: 'Death within the city walls! Exile her! Exile! May she go away!'
A few burghers jerk the pilgrim
and a couple of footmen grab their swords.
Daj deri dol daj dori del
Even if you hide, you won't escape her.
Daj deri dol, she equally reaps
burghers, knights, peasants and clergy.
When she crawled off the pavement, she raised her thin arm
towards mountains and as she stood,
she cast a mute curse on the castle.
Every of the burghers was afraid to stop her.
Din dirin din, bells are chiming fearsomely.
At homes in the evening, people raised a cry.
When this lady strides through the borough,
twist in pain on the ground and splutter.
Daj deri dol daj dori del
Even if you hide, you won't escape her.
Daj deri dol, she equally reaps
burghers, knights, peasants and clergy.
On her right side, an angel is flying
and crying silently and on her left side there's a chort.
Grim, in a windblown robe,
she flows through the world and takes lives.
Put your dead men on carts.
Burn buffalo horns and fur.
Block your mouths with a cloth with vinegar.
Maybe the Black Death will save you.
Daj deri dol daj dori del
Even if you hide, you won't escape her.
Daj deri dol, she equally reaps
burghers, knights, peasants and clergy.
Daj deri dol daj dori del
Even if you hide, you won't escape her.
Daj deri dol, she equally reaps
burghers, knights, peasants and clergy.