1. Satyros / Satyr
That makes the Satyrs merry
and the Dryads 'round dance.
With newly kindled fire
it incides the Napaees.

Tis stimulates Cupido
and love revives.
This makes me quiet restless.
This makes me lose myself.

If a lover could by his loving
deserve to be loved
then Armor could give me his grace
by inspiring (in a girl) the desire to heal me.

2. Da Que Deus -- translation?
It is not surprising that she who has nursed god
at her breast can heal the cripple.

Concerning this, Holy Mary performed a great, beautiful
and mercyful miracle in Her church in Lugo
for a woman whose body was almost entirely
paralyzed and shriveled with a disease.

The bishop and all the people standing there,
seeing and hearing this and weeping with emotion,
saw that it was a miracle and not a hoax
and fervently praised the Virgin for that.

3. Tagelied*
My song, my love
has parted from me,
my song has parted from me.

Once we both came
through the rain
once the two of us came together.

Once we both came
and the country was still wide
once the two of us came together.

Be with me tonight
for the morning is still far away
be with me tonight yet once more.

Yet again your breath
the time for my song
yet again your breath my song.

Your beauty is verses
which remain with me
your beauty is verses of you.

My song, my love
has parted from me,
my song has parted from me.

* A 'Tagelied' is a medieval form of lyric mostly used by the German 'Minnesinger'.

4. Rhiannon
[instrumental]


5. Sirena / Siren
My wife stands bathing,
dressed in red.
Yes, into the sea I would indeed thow myself,
if the siren would give me licence.

Throw yourself into the sea and catch me,
throw yourself into the sea!

My wife is at the river,
clothed in yellow.
My wife is at the fountain,
clothed in a green dress.

Between the sea and the river,
there is a quince tree.
Between the sea and the sand,
there is a cinnamon tree.

6. Königin / Queen
How far do the songs
a king sings reach
in empty halls
how far does the wind carry them
in the silent chambers
in the wide country
in the long-lasting winter
with the cold hand.

Would you be able to see me
in the cold dew
Could you guide yourself
to the green valley
how light would your steps be
how open your mind
how extra-ordinarily light the burden
how unexpectedly bright the light.


7. Iyansa
[an evocation of the goddess Iyansa]

8. Loibere Risen / Leaves are falling
Leaves are falling off the trees
herefore the branches are bare.
All the flowers appear withered.
Their gleam was beautiful before.
Frost also subdues many a herb
and makes it fade.
Therefore I am miserable.
But now I shall speak of something
else: as winter is so bare
another joy shall reign.

Help me to sing about joys ten
thousand-a-time greater than
the blossoms of May could bring
along. Roses bewitch me on my
mistress's cheeks.
I shall sing of this. Even if cold
beset me, all the sweet scent of
herbs is spread about her body.
If I was to win her grace I would
not need any other joy,
for my beloved would bewitch me
so much.

9. Rosmarin / Rosemary
You say you are / nearly at your aim
I believe the one / whose spell I am under
When dreaming / you talk of place
which does not exist / but you are there

The air is light / the leaves are falling
What you lose / is what remains
Night is dawning / it is already late
Your distant look / shows me the way

The day is coming / it is already late
Your realm starts / from where are you standing
I am still watching you / leaving this place
There, where you walk / rosemary flourishes

You talk in your dreams / you say not a word
I follow you / take me away
Cry not / it is my first aim
I follow the one / whose spell I am under

10. Das Tor / The Gate
And when the night is at its darkest,
then we shall look at each other
and laugh and laugh
and laugh doing so,
then we shall look at each other.

And then shall be a meadow
with many-coloured flowers.
I shall give you a flower
and you shall give me one.

And then we shall run
run through the gate
through the gate to the eternal day
to the eternal day.

I shall give you my hand
and you shall hand me yours.

The night, it shall be no more,
only a meadow with flowers.