Юдоль скорби (The Vale of sorrow) Lyrics

Through the crowd's joyless movement, past the gloomy castles past the time-worn walls mutilated by time, like in a nightmare fully dissolved by the earthly woes following my destiny, I‘m walking away from my miseries

There's a pointing finger at my shoulder, all withered, of the horrible old woman dragging along after me for years and years invisible to the others, she whispers unsettling words into my ear for many years already, their meaning is haunting my mind

"Reject, all your sufferings, cast them aside, stay in my hands. Console yourself, let the universe's bones grow cold.

The hands of your rulers are covered with gold The mouths of your prophets are filled with stench and with blood The sun of your kingdom is on the decline It's time to go, get away from this vale of sorrow

Oh sorrow, do sing my farewell hymn about the void land May the houses burn down of poor families doomed to always be hungry May they break their backs working so hard for leftovers from rich men's meals May hordes of rats fill the heartless town with plague Show me another way, free me from the bondage of earthly chains, Lead me, old wife

May the son perish in the scorching-hot furnace of a war waged for someone's pride May the mother bring the silver of her bitter tears to the grave mound May spite, agony and wickedness be established within human souls Show me another way, free me from the bondage of insane dreams

Lead me, old wife