There lived a woman in the north by the sea,
long ago, she bore two daughters
One was of a bright and beautiful figure,
the older, however, was dark and cold.
Jealousy gnawed at her day and night,
she wished that the beautiful one would lie in a grave,
and then one day, as the wind blew strong,
she pushed her sister from the cliff down into the sea
The wind and the waves, they roar and cry,
far above the cliffs, far above the rocks.
But through the wind and the waves a sound penetrates
the voice of a girl, a song like a scream
Two musicians went down to the windy beach,
they found the lifeless body in the sand,
they took her hair, they took her leg,
they built a harp, to free the song
On the windy beach, when they began to play
they wept themselves blind
so lachrymose was the tune, as it softly
revealed the name of the murderer
The wind and the waves, they roar and cry,
far above the cliffs, far above the rocks.
But through the wind and the waves penetrates a sound
the voice of a girl
Oh cruel sister, what have you done,
the girl killed in feverish madness
With envy in the heart, with malice in the gut
Hell now awaits, they will kill you too!