Remember the time when you met her first?
Remarkable how quickly things spread
Both families hostile
Forbidden to love the young maiden
Hit the cold cheek
Drive the stone in
Hard into her wavy hair
Soon she shall be dead
Her corpse is turning blue
Bleeding open wounds
Overcame your mind
Peered therein
You two had that little secret place
Played there, but enough about that.
Found your home by fall
Watched and dashed between the stones
Beauty I find
Pleasure is ripping skin
The cliff is high
Overflowing tears
Her corpse is turning blue
Bleeding open wounds
Overcame your mind
Peered therein
Angry are the voices
Walking by and stalking
Móri, Móri
Wake up and look around
The wind is a background song
Móri, Móri
Save yourself, Farmer's son
The cliff is but your only hope.
Móri, Móri
The sea will hide her well
Your thoughts are a broken coat
Móri, Móri
Remember the time when you met her first?
Remarkable how quickly things spread
Both families hostile
Forbidden to love the young maiden