Celles qui vont au bois, C'est la mère et la fille La mère va chantant, mais sa fille soupire Qu'a-vous à soupirer, ma blanche Marguerite J'ai bien trop d'ire en moi, et n'ose vous le dire Reflexions on water Fading moon, crisdom light Whispering in the air Eve of endless night Distant sounds of yapping Swiveling, coming tight A white doe is standing A lake on her side Cursed she has been for so long In this forest of old Where ancient gods used to gather Doomed she has run for her life Hara**ed like a wild beast By the dogs of her own brother Chorus: Once she had been a princess Of shining beauty Venerated for her charm and wisdom Mouth of Muse for poets Light of Love for the knights Splendent Pearl of her kingdom Wrath burned in the heart of Hel The Goddess of the Land So jealous of the young beauty Witch, she cast a spell on her And with her mighty hand She turned the maid into a deer (Chorus) Deadly wounded by a spear The brave and lonely deer Fell by the arm of her brother As the dogs were coming near She dropped a bitter tear The moonlight fading on her fur (Chorus)