Mustan virran silta [English translation]

Her face devoid of life, now clad in clothes white

in a storehouse alone a pale young girl lies

Her lips bereft of smile an old mother cries

as she’s dressing stockings on her daughter so ashen

She lies in the dark on a hard wooden board

Opening her eyes, as someone bangs on the door

Cracking open the hatch to this house of the dead

and bowing down is the dark one asking “Shall we dance?”

Now get on, girl, get on with dancing

To underneath the bridge of black stream

The maid is now beset by the Devil

Underneath the bridge of black stream

Now get on, girl, get on with dancing

Above the river under twilight

The maid is now possessed by the Devil

Underneath the bridge of black stream

Onto a pillow rests her head the maiden now dead

The dawn arrives with the funeral crowd

All soiled is the girl, the guests stare in horror

at the torn to shreds stockings of the maiden so pale.