The hunter
Wolfgang Ulrich
Three days of non-stop rain,
No sunshine as yet:
Three whole days without a good word
From my love's mouth.
She defied me and I her;
Which is just what she wanted.
It's gnawing at my heart
all this sulking and grumbling.
So welcome to the joy of the hunt
to thunderstorms and to rain!
My hot breast is well wrapped up
ready to exult in taking you on!
Now she'll be sitting at home laughing
and joking with her brothers and sisters;
but I am in the woods at night listening to
the whispers of the old leaves.
Now she'll be sitting and crying her eyes out.
She'll be in her little room with her cares;
but I am cosy like a wild animal
hidden in the darkness.
There is no stag or fawn anywhere.
A shot to kill time.
A healthy bang and an echo
refreshes you deep down inside the body.
But as the thunder dies away
in the valleys and all around
a sudden pain overwhelms me,
my heart sinks to the depths.
She defied me and I her;
Which is just what she wanted.
It's eating into my heart
all this sulking and grumbling.
So, get up! To my love's house
to put my arms round her waist,
"Dry my wet locks,
Kiss me and take me back!"