The grain is ripe and harvest begins

We honor the God who arise from the sun

Filled the year with a rich harvest

Winter is not going to be torture

Autumn is just around the corner

And your work is done

We thank the sun god who let the grain ripen

We walk across the fields in the golden sunlight

Run your fingers over the awning

You can imagine the rich harvest

Dance and make love in the fields

The sun god in a bright, yellow dress hе walks the fields

Awn by awn he grows

Carеss them gently before they fall

He has now completed his work

So you will die!

You separate from all hearts once and every year

You will be redeemed

Keep laughing your face in the bread

At the harvest moon

Driving away shadows and ghosts

We wear Halloa's masks

Dethroned king, now you are dead

The autumn wind sings us the song of mourning

Sensual songs carry them down

Back in the earth's lap

Before you cover yourself with the cloak of frost

The blanket of snow covers you

Before you get up to Walpurgis

Free will then unleashed you

Totally liberated

We walk across the fields in the golden sunlight

Run your fingers over the awning

Dance and make love in the fields

The sun god in a bright, yellow dress he walks the fields

Awn by awn he grows

Caress them gently before they fall

He has now completed his work

So you will die!

So you will die!