From the boring sabbath of the witches
Deadly tired,
Are walking two witches and having a conversation:
"Now, what do you say, brother-witch,
Who is going and look
How all of us live in the town!

How all has been changed!
Already fallen to pieces
At the foot of the barren hill
And the young folks, it seems
Have a long time not come by -
Only a vampire has stayed..."

And the silvan ghost asked them:
"Where are you going?"
"We walk around the town - there is after all melancholy among us".
"Alas, you disgusting women!
Then you should at least
Take me, the old one, with you."

Insulting each other,
They had stepped up to the edge of the wood.
Towards them came the enemy-blood-sucker.
He shouted vehemently,
He followed them closely,
Cried, as if he knew, how it is.

They asked the silvan ghost: How is he?
"We take the blood-sucker with us!
Only do not suck blood and behave decently!"
He quacked a bit,
He hid his canine teeth -
And has become so handsome - that he can be christened.

They had fit in quickly, -
Have pretended to be tourists
Have eaten and drunk in the cafe "Grand Hotel".
But the silvan ghost left tracks
With his feet -
And they were asked to leave.

Whilst the silvan ghost shaved himself
The vampire has disappeared, -
And the silvan ghost cursed his blind confidence.
And the witches strolled about a bit -
And they have escaped too,
Getting accustomed to the paradise.

And probably however
The races tempted the witches!
There is much shouting and there is a risk at the races, -
And there they have lost
Neither much, nor little
Three thousand in new money.

Drenched thoroughly, pale
The silvan ghost looked morosely
But remembered, that here is his friend, the house-ghost -
Und he began to knock:
"Where is my friend, inmates?!"
And they answered: "Dipsomania."

Meanwhile the witches have been howling
And they had spent all they had,
And meanwhile the silvan ghost had drunk himself in the cafe.
The bloodsucker found a widow for himself,
Drank her blood,
And fell asleep on the sofa.