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Ballaad Punastest Paeltest

Öö peidab külma ja tumma vett,
Lauka sees sügaval on silmade pett,
Meelib ja kutsub kui hurmav neid
Kõndima sammaldunud rabametsateid.
- "Kõnni mu järgi, mul valge on juus,
Selge on silm ja pehme on puus.
Kodutalu-rada sulle võõraks nüüd jääb,
Minu lausutud loitsud sul kaelas kui lõõg."
- "Su juus lõhnab värskelt kui kastene hein,
Su huulede puna on kui purpurne vein.
Kuid paelad, need on punased mu randmete peal,
Su nõidus, va võhl, nii mul ligi eal ei saa!"
- "Vaata kui pehme on laukane pind,
Emmata võiksid sääl öö läbi mind.
Kuid luba mind, ma aitan sul seljast nüüd rüü,
Päästan sinu paelad ja võtan sinu vöö."
- "Leek sinu peos on kui kiskja kulm,
Su rindade kumerus kui kirikaia kalm.
Su loitsud, va kaldun, ei mana küll mind teelt,
Sest laukasse kao, kuni aega on veel!"
Soosamblal külma ja tumma verd,
Kontidelt liha kaabib soohaua nõid:
- "Su paeladest punastest ma palju ei pea,
Ma viskan need lihtsalt, kus juhtub, sa tea."
"Su paeladest punastest ma palju ei pea,
Need viskan, kus juhtub, sa tea!"

Ballad of the Red Ribbons

Night conceals the cold, dark water,
In the bog, deep inside, is an illusion for the eyes,
Beckoning and calling them as it enchants
To walk the mossy paths of the mire forests.
- "Follow me, my hair is white,
My eyes are clear and my hips are soft.
Your path home will now become foreign to you,
My uttered spells will hang around your neck like a blaze."
- "Your hair smells as fresh as dewy hay,
The crimson of your lips is like purple wine.
But the ribbons, they are red upon my wrists,
Your witchcraft, o witch, will never come close to me!"
- "See how soft the surface of the bog is,
You could stay there all night with me.
But let me, I will help you out of your dress now,
I will save your ribbons and take your belt."
- "The flame in your hand is like the brow of a predator,
The curve of your breasts is like the vault of a church.
Your spells, o deceiver, will not lead me astray,
Because I will disappear into the bog, while there is still time!"
On the bog moss, cold and dark blood,
The wicked witch scrapes the flesh from the bones:
- "Your red ribbons mean nothing to me,
I will just throw them anywhere, you know."
"Your red ribbons mean nothing to me,
I will throw them anywhere, you know!"