Wurzelbert [English translation]

In a cave deep below the mountain

on sparkling fire, far away from daylight

lives a man, old and crinkly

with his fiddle, the crooked guy

When the moonlight comes out

he takes his fiddle, carefully tuned

wents out in the night woods

and plays a song for the animals

Carefully the birds listen to the sound

when a strage feeling comes up their heads

they wonder for a short while

and fall dead from the branches

The bears sit peacefull in the leaves

the man arrives and plays his fiddle loud

with howling cries the flee into the forest

but to late and noone escaped

Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, play your fiddle!

Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, play your fiddle!

Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, play your fiddle!

Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, play your fiddle!

Dark the water, the man arrives

the sound reaches the whole plane

and also deep to the ground

the water is full of dead carps

Lonly, beaten, the man goes home

How hates and loves he his wooden fiddle ...

Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, play your fiddle!

Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, play your fiddle!

Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, play your fiddle!

Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, Wurzelbert, play your fiddle!

Miles of walking though thick copse

a horde of long hairs, dancing around the fire

he puts his fiddle up to his chin, ready to play

the people wait for a while, listen carefully

Afer hours of playing thunderous applause

the mood is boiling and the women strip

the people hail the old root-guy

who can make women much more satisfied with his roots

Wurzelbert! Wurzelbert! Wurzelbert!

Play your fiddle!

• Artist:Equilibrium
• Album:Sagas (track 2)