Spin, spin, my wheel,
Wind, wind, woolen thread.
My guest, return me my ring,
And if you wish not - keep it for good.
My guest, return me my ring,
And if you wish not - keep it for good.
I don't recognize myself today:
Either a bad dream or the world is dull...
My guest, return me my soul,
And if you wish not - keep it for good.
My guest, return me my soul,
And if you wish not - keep it for good.
Ringing in my ears and I trouble to breathe,
And not wool is spun - only gentle silk.
Why, indeed, would I want my soul,
If it feels so good, my guest, by your side?
Why, indeed, would I want my soul,
If it feels so good, my guest, by your side...