Up in the rocks, it dwells in the waters
Under the veil of water lilies, dreaming on the bottom
About the time before time, when no human foot
Crossed his small realm
An enormous man with the head of an ox
Two mighty horns against the stars
After the evening bells toll
He sometimes walks out of the lake
Then they lock up the windows
Down in the village
Even the maior drinks up a bottle of spirits
During cold witching nights
When snow paints thе district in silver
From behind the carillon of iciclеs
A horn-adorned bonce is to be seen
Horrific bellow resounds through the night
From valleys to the sheep pinfolds
Only on St. Thomas' day peace comes back
The lake falls asleep under ice
When the new sun begins to grow