Everything froze again until dawn,
Doors do not creak, the fire does not flash.
One can hear on the street beside somewhere
The bagpipe wanders gently alone.
It will go to the fields, beyond the gate,
It will come back again and again.
As if looking for someone in the darkness,
Having little reliance to find.
The night coolness from the field is so blowing,
Petals fly from the apple thick trees;
You admit who you need sure enough now,
Let you say to us, a young bagpiperist .
Maybe your joy isn’t far absolutely,
But she does not know, you’re waiting for her;
Why you wander all night alone always
Why don\'t you let the girls fall asleep...