I met a lady in the meads, full beautiful - a faery's child, her hair was long, her foot was light, and her eyes were wild... J'ai rencontré une dame dans l'hydromel, toute belle - un enfant de fée, ses cheveux étaient longs, son pied était léger, et ses yeux étaient sauvages ... Ich traf eine Dame in den Meads, ganz schön - ein Feenkind, ihr Haar war lang, ihr Fuß war hell, und ihre Augen waren wild ... Me encontré con una señora en el jardín, hermosa, una niña de hadas, con el pelo largo, el pie ligero y los ojos desorbitados ...

Nobody Dies in the morning:

It's difficult to imagine
How I'll be able again
To sleep all night without waking,
Without any nightmare or pain.

Yet nobody dies in the morning.
In the morning we live !

The singing of birds will wake up
The whole of the yard to the gate.
From morning somebody's birthday
Good folks will celebrate.

Yet nobody dies in the morning.
In the morning we live !

Shadows will fade in the corners;
No burden to weigh me down.
Nobody dies in the morning...
The sun starts its daily round !