“Father, where are you? The forest is wild,

The bushes sway as if they moved themselves.

The adder lilies look like poisoned fire,

Under our feet are the dens of wolves.

Where are you, Father! The night has no end.

From now on darkness will reign forever.

Our bread is bitter, it’s hard as stone.

In this place travelers die of hunger

The breath of the terrible beast is nearer.

Hot on our faces, it smells like blood.

Where are you? Why do you have no pity, Father,

For your children lost in this dark wood.”