Cellar

They offered comfort without any retribution
Service without time yet there is a courtyard
In the courtyard there is a ditch in her the Piggy sleeps
I do not know whether to call it for a visit
Perhaps the climate here is too hot and I get the chills
The nature of the hostess is mostly dim she is a widow
Sometimes she rubs my ear, and it begins to gnaw
And it itches a little bit because there is garlic on her hands
She has rheumatism and late at night she dreams to me of chopping of firewood
Dark men toil under the full moon and I hear a wolf howling
I would like to get into the house if they would only ask me for money
I know that they are buried and I could show exactly where