Always at the morning when the first dew falls I spin and dance barefooted Always at the morning when the first dew falls I spin and dance barefooted
I needle clothes from the dark night I wont´t feel cold, my hair will cover me I needle clothes from the dark night I wont´t feel cold, my hair will cover me
On the black horse, The night is full of fragrance If my dear calls me to him A woody fairy leads me through the way If my dear calls me to him
A woody fairy leads me through the way Kidnapped together with the magic of the night We discover in ourselves strenght like God´s power Kidnapped together with the magic of the night We discover in ourselves strenght like God´s power
On the black horse, The night is full of fragrance