He hears not, sees not, in his deep despair
He walks ahead with a sluggish air
Where he must lose his life
Stop, worm, who are you, where does your path lead
The pilgrim stopped, raising his pale face
I am a damned," - he answers quietly
My path leads to hell, to Satan's place
Hoho, to hell? - For the fortieth summer
Since I've been sitting here, I've heard a lot
I've seen a lot, but this song
No one has sung to me yet
Hoho, to hell? You don't need steps
I'll take you there myself, you won't even sigh
But when my number of years is fulfilled
I might come for breakfast with you too
Do not blaspheme the mercy of God
Before I saw the first day of life
I was written to hell by my father's blood
With devilish deceit - for earthly goods
God's great mercy, and the sign of the cross
Will break even the terrible hellish bars
Will defeat Satan with all his power
God's great mercy, she deigns to give
That the weak pilgrim returns as a victor
Forever from the record of hellish night
What are you saying? - For those years, for forty
I've slaughtered countless of them to hell
But no one has returned yet
Listen, worm, you are young, with a soft complexion
You would be good for me, instead of tough game
For a small treat tonight for dinner
But I'll let you go - I'll let you eat
But no one who went here
Did not escape my knotty stick
I'll let you go, worm, but I want to have this
Swear that you will then faithfully tell me
What you will see in hell and what you will learn
And the pilgrim rose, and raised high
His pilgrim's stick with the sign of the cross
I swear by the glory of the holy cross
That I will bring you a faithful message from hell