Our night

Our night

Ladies, lay kids in bed,

Tell them a fairytale.

Let the husbands sleep, well fed.

Close the doors, hush the dogs,

Give them sausages, take up the bones.

Tell the ghosts to stay in their graves,

For no one disrupt their peaceful rest.

Common sisters,

The moon is high, the mist is low.

Ask the animals to stay quiet,

While we prepare the cauldron´s fire.

Grab everything we will need:

Wolf fangs, bat wings,

Frog legs and fresh herbs.

Let´s make a profit of this night:

Make the ointments for sored bodies,

And potions for soled souls;

Cast the rain, feed the fields

Let´s make a use of our good will.

Overall: remain unseen

From those you love and guard,

Since our good is so tinted by shadows

That no one would understand;

Despite our holy intentions,

To them we are wives of the Devil.

Yanil Sabrina Feliz Pache