The Wretched Child - Årabrot

The old man of Crete sits in the rain

Dipping his feet in the rivers he created

Gloomy tales vociferated

And the toppo weeping by his side

The wretched child emerges

The child I kissed

The wretched child emerges

The child that I kissed

And from inside the thunderous gap

Where night itself came upon him

Full of a thousand devils

Full of sudden surprise

Emerges the wretched child

The child I kissed

Emerges the wretched child

The child that I kissed

From days of rain and sun at once

From nights of pitch black excess

Dolor and delight coincided

With everything that confuses oneself

Emerges the wretched child

The child I kissed

Emerges the wretched child

The child that I kissed