Good King Wenceslas - Blackmore's Night

Wenceslas looked out the window

At the feast Stefan —

The snow lay like a sheet,

Smooth, crisp, spicy.

Pouring light moon

Although freezing even voice;

And out of the forest was poor,

Collecting firewood.

«Page, come and stand with me,

Molvi, if heard:

That peasant — who is he?

Where is his house? ««Sir, we have mountains in the distance,

On the border of the forest,

Where gushes out of the earth

Legend of St. Agnes. "

«Bring me bread and wine,

Pine wood, too,

Dinner, we demolished it,

In poverty will help. «Came the night the king and the page,

Came together efficiently,

Despite the wind cries

And the terrible cold.

And walked in the footsteps of page

That the king left;

Snow is where St. Turn,

To the earth melted.

Well you know, people who are rich

Originally il money

Oschastlivte poor —

Happiness be with you.

Wenceslas looked out the window

At the feast Stefan —

The snow lay like a sheet,

Smooth, crisp, spicy.

Pouring light moon

Although freezing even voice;

And out of the forest was poor,

Collecting firewood.