When the daylight shortens
And it gets chilly inside the bounds
Witches fly in the sombre sky
One needs to take care
For the cows not to get bewitched in the barn
And the water not to get poisoned in the well
Cracking of whips and blowing of horns
Drives them away to the crossroads
One needs to inunct the house and barns with garlic
But only he who sits upon the spruce stool
Can see witches behind the church altar
It's better to sit beside the fireplace
And drink spirits
On witching evenings, when evil forces
Roam over the snowcovered Carpathian land