A strange image may appear in a fog:
But when you see it, don't be afraid, don't run.
Hel will ride by harmlessly - a gloomy sleepy knight,
On a horse with three lame legs.
His rusty armor is about to fall apart.
His sabbatons are corroded through.
Not choosing a road, he wanders - a gloomy sleepy knight,
On a horse, on a horse with three lame legs.
Once he had all the world's glory,
In a fair fight, he was stronger than anyone,
His sword was protection for poor and weak,
And his horse, and his horse was the best of horses.
But then a witch fell in love with him.
"Go away", said the knight to her, "We are foes".
And so the poor knight became forever sleepy.
And his horse became three-legged lame.
He can't nor wake up nor stop.
And his horse is still walking.
Sometimes in a fog, a sleepy knight appears,
On a horse, on a horse with three lame legs.