Kat - Diabelski Dom cz. IV

Lord, it's a steep ridge
An icy wind
Terror, evil and sin
Lord, on top of a bush
The devil's power
It's a bower for time and death

Call out, call out
And in the echo a whistle

Once upon a time, whoever sat on the top
Had a holy year
He was a spirit above the fire
In the grass he would chase the nine
In the water a bright sea trout
In the evening he would ride the goose

From end to end
To the right, to the left...
And the fragrant smoke
And the fragrant smoke

Let go the darkness
A young day like a wedding circle
The maidens are squealing
Tits trembling to take
Suck and suck
The peasants are shining
In their testicles the milk of the Tatra warriors
Ties of hands
Ties of the heart
Hetta miaśta wio!

Of bountiful nature

And a guest came, voracious enough
He promised them paradise in the Carpathians
They'll get their favors if they do this,
To make a golden cross behind the nest

And into the misty mists
Everyone was baptized here
He fought a hard battle with his own fire
Up a steep ridge
Down a pond on a floe
The first to fall from the wall was the younger brother
Even higher, cent
The great world at his heels
That which he loved howled within him like a horn
He drove a blade into a crack
Above the huts the smoke
The white eagle lost the wind
With its sharp beak it swooped down into the darkness

And a visitor came, greedy enough
He promised them paradise in the Carpathians.
They'll get their favors if they do this,
So that a golden cross stands behind the nest

My lord, they say the village was spilling blood.
People went to the flame
In the morning in this valley
The rocks have made a circle
- And the nest?
There where the singing

I stood dreaming
Silent song...
Up on the mountain
Hetta wiśta wio!