Satyr [English translation]

I touched Marie on the leg

On a May afternoon

She fell from the horse to my feet

And later her dress fell

She lay so tenderly in my arms

Was completely without defense

But suddenly her husband stood before me

With his shotgun

Elisa was a lovely woman

It's not yet long ago

That I kissed her hand

And later a bit more

Her husband died a year before

She often emphasized to me

But her hulk of a brother

I ran as fast as I could

How much horror is about to be

When the judge is coming

God spare the praying man

Who did this dishonor to me?

I became weak with every woman

I'm probably a father already a hundred times

And it burns in my belly

Now they're all behind me

The woman, her husband, the son

I'll never again find a shelter

That's what I now assume[?]

How much horror is about to be

When the judge is coming

God spare the praying man

How much horror is about to be

When the judge is coming

God