Milczenie owiec [English translation]

I

In the valley, flocks of sheep

Are tended there by three shepherds

Two from one village, servants of evil

They've conspired against the stranger

We must kill him, take his sheep

No one here will cry for him

Our shepherd didn't even fight the bandits

He demanded to be burried in a grassfield with sheep

To hang Trombita above his grave

Maybe foehn wind will play it for him someday...

II

Old mother, at home awaits

No son, nor dog is barking

She went out, to see where

could be her beloved son

And she recognized, two of her son's sheep

When the two shepherds were returning

To God She cried out

To have these two bandits crushed by a rock

And their flocks of sheep destroyed

But God was listening to Trombita just then...

Old mother, at home awaits

No son, nor dog is barking