Ravnen / The Raven

The Raven flies at night - at daytime he must not.
It shall have the evil luck, which the good one cannot have.
But the raven flies at night. The maiden in her bower looked out of the window.
Where is the one who will comfort me and listen to my uneasiness?
But the raven flies at night. Listen, you my wild raven, fly down to me.
All my secret fears and sorrows I will tell you.
But the raven flies at night.