Moonlight beams trough the clouds
That run trough the night,
Casting shadows around the corpse of the bride,
She stands still, and it would be a wonderful sight,
If only she was alive!
Ah, if only she was alive!
Neither beasts nor crows will touch her body tonight,
And only the Moon shines with indifferent light,
Beautiful eyes peering deep into the night,
If only she was alive!
Ah, if only she was alive!