[Verse 1] Ich was ein kint, dô man mich trîp ûz hus und hêr, mit mîner muoter, arm an lîp, âne schirm noch êr; man nante si quacksalberîn, sprach übel von ir kunst, si mache sieche, bringe leit, und schände gotes gunst. Dô schwûr ich rache tîf im herzen, kalt und âne buoz. [Verse 2] Ich wolte hagel senden ûf daz veld bî swarzer nâht, daz korn zerbræche unter eis und alle hoffnûng slâht; doch regen kam ze rehte stunt und tränkte âcker sacht, daz volc gie frô ze hûse wider und lobte gotes maht. Verfluohtes dorf – der næhste plan muoz gân! [Chorus] Verfluoht sî mîn gelingen! Ich wolte schaden, fluochen, zwingen. Swaz ich wirke, wirt heil dar ûz — verfluohtes dorf, ich versuoch ez nû! hexisch fluoch hexisch fluoch hexisch fluoch hexisch fluoch [Verse 3} Ich sande neit und herzenzorn in liebi unde triuwe, daz man sich scheide bî dem haß und klage alte riuwe; ich wolte strît ûz kleinem wort, groß jâmer ûf dem platz, doch wort wart wort, diu wârheit klanc, und zorn verlôs sîn schatz. Verfluohtes dorf – der næhste plan muoz gân! [Verse 4] Ich sande den tiuvel in daz dorf mit hôrnen unde fell, er schlich bî nâht von hus ze hus und heulte grimmiclîch hell; daz volc erwachte, lôf ûz den betten, lûte schrîend gar, und bî dem tumben schreck gevienc man einen dîp fürwâr. Verfluohtes dorf – der næhste plan muoz gân! [Chorus] Verfluoht sî mîn gelingen! Ich wolte schaden, fluochen, zwingen. Swaz ich wirke, wirt heil dar ûz — verfluohtes dorf, ich versuoch ez nû! hexisch fluoch hexisch fluoch hexisch fluoch hexisch fluoch [Verse 5] Ich kochte tranc von bitter krût und galle vol von leit, daz fieber bræchte, smerze mêr und klage breit und weit; ich wolte, daz man spræche nû: „sî hât ez dâ getân“, doch ein kint genas, der lîp wart frî, man rief mich wîs fortân. Verfluohtes dorf – swaz ich versuoch, ez wil niht gân! [Bridge] „Ich wolte iu schaden, not und leit!“ sprach ich im zorn, niht âne streit. Si lachten lût und sprâchen dâ: „Du bringest heil, swâ du sîst nâh!“ Ich schlug den kranz mir von dem hâr und fluoch mîn glück – ez half niht gar. [Chorus 2] Verfluoht sî mîn gelingen, wolte schaden doch muoz vröude bringen Swaz ich wirke, wirt heil dar ûz — sô sî mîn lôs, ich trage ez nû. hexisch fluoch hexisch fluoch hexisch fluoch hexisch fluoch Translation: [Verse 1] I was a child when they drove me out of house and home, with my mother, poor in body, without shelter or honor. They called her a quack-healer, spoke ill of her craft, said she made the sick worse, brought sorrow, and defiled God’s grace. Then I swore revenge deep in my heart, cold and without mercy. [Verse 2] I wished to send hail upon the fields in blackened night, to shatter the grain beneath the ice and strike down all hope; yet rain came at the proper hour and gently soaked the land, the people went home rejoicing and praised the power of God. Cursed village — the next plan must be tried! [Chorus] Cursed be my success! I wished to harm, to curse, to compel. Whatever I work turns into healing — cursed village, I will try again now! witche’s curse witche’s curse witche’s curse witche’s curse [Verse 3] I sent envy and heart-born wrath into love and loyalty, so that hatred might part them and old grief be stirred; I wished for strife from a trifling word, great misery in the square, yet word met word, truth rang out, and anger lost its appeal. Cursed village — the next plan must be tried! [Verse 4] I sent the devil into the village with horns and fur, he crept by night from house to house and howled fiercely aloud; the people woke, leapt from their beds, screaming in terror, and in their foolish fright they truly caught a thief by chance. Cursed village — the next plan must be tried! [Verse 5] I brewed a draught of bitter herbs and gall full of sorrow, to bring fever, greater pain, and far-spread lament; I wished them now to say: “She has done this deed,” yet a child recovered, the body was freed, they called me wise thereafter. Cursed village — whatever I attempt, it will not work! [Bridge] “I wished you harm, distress, and grief!” I cried in anger, not without strife. They laughed aloud and said to me: “You bring healing wherever you draw near!” I tore the wreath from my head and cursed my fate — it helped me not at all. [Chorus 2] Cursed be my success: I wished for harm, yet must bring joy. Whatever I work turns into healing — so be my lot, I bear it now. witche’s curse witche’s curse witche’s curse witche’s curse
