Tempest covers the sky with darkness,
Snow whirling whirlwinds without remorse
Now and then it howls like a beast, wild
Now and then it cries like a poor child,
Now and then on the shabby roof shelter
Suddenly rustles with dried straw,
Now and then a like some belated traveler,
It knocks gently at our window.
Our shabby hut unfortunately
Is both sad and filled with shadows.
Why are you, my old good miledit
Have you fallen silent at the window?
Or are you tired, with the tempest howling
Or are you dozing under the buzzing
Of your spindle monotone singing
Let\'s drink, good friend with hug
Of my poor youth, unfortunately there.
Let\'s drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be much happier.
Sing me a song about a titmouse,
Living quietly beyond the sea;
Sing me a song, like a girl in bouse
Went to get water in the morning.
A storm covers the sky with darkness,
Snow whirling very wild
Now and then she howls like a beast,
Now and then she cries like a child.