I will tell you the story ´bout the girl from the woods People say thet she´s crazy, don´t like her neighbourhood And the young man who meets her he´s eighteen years old says: she´s beasty, with red hair, the eyes are so cold.
She can talk to the flowers and she swims in the sea Naked without clothes, without shame, no one can see that she´s happy, but still there´s a feeling inside She cannot explain, has no words to describe.
And the crowd begins to whisper: ''She´s a witch, she is wild All the things she is doing only does a hell´s child.''
Her hair is not red, what the boy told was a lie Her eyes will catch the sun and she follows the sky The young man comes back, in his hand hold a knife: ''I´ll kill this young maiden ´cause she´s devil´s wife.''
And the crowd begins to whisper: ''She´s a witch, she is wild she must go, we don´t want her, we don´t need a hell´s child''
She turns back from the sea and there stands the young guy so nice and so strong and so lovely in her eyes He comes near to embrace her, she´s happy as can be the cold knife in her heart she never will feel.
And the crowd began to whisper: ''He´s a devil, he is wild he must go, we don´t want him, has killed an innocent child.''