The wife built into the wall (Started started)

Twelve masons set off, set off, ; The thirteenth mason, Clement. ; They began to build the castle of the mighty Deva, ; What they had built until evening, collapsed by morning. ; ; They began to argue, twelve masons, ; The thirteenth mason, Clement: ; – Whose wife comes here first, ; Let's burn her, throw her into the fire. ; ; We gather ashes from the promised body, ; We throw everything into the molten lime, ; So we will build the castle of the mighty Deva; With the ashes of the beautiful woman. ; ; Then at night, Clement saw a dream, ; That a well had burst into her yard. ; – My carriage, my coachman, my dearest coachman, ; Pull out my carriage, harness the horse. ; ; When he saw the stonemason Clement, ; He began to pray: – My God, my God, ; Let it rain, let your carriage break down, ; Let it lose its way, so that it does not reach here. ; ; God did not listen to his request yet, ; But his dear wife comes closer. ; – Good morning, good morning, twelve stonemasons, ; The thirteenth stonemason Clement. ; ; I greet you a second time, and do not accept you, ; What is the matter here, you will tell me. ; – We accept, we accept you, my dear wife. ; ; We have made a great law, you must die, ; My dear wife. – My dear sweet child, ; What will become of you, your mother-in-law dies ... ; ; – Take her weakly, throw her into the fire, ; Mix the ashes you have collected into lime, ; With this we will build the castle of the mighty Deva, ; With this we can save the walls from decay. ; ; – Good evening, good evening, my dear father, ; Where has my mother been, why has she not come for so long? ; – Don't cry, my dear son, she will come home in the evening, ; And if she doesn't come in the evening, she will come home in the morning. ; ; Coming in the evening, but still not coming home, ; Coming in the morning, but still not coming home... ; – Tell me, father, where has my mother been, ; Why has she not come for so long? ; ; – My dear child, I can't stand it any longer, ; Your mother has already died, because she was burned, ; And with her ashes the castle of the mighty Deva; We have already rebuilt it. ; ; – Cursed be you, mighty Deva's castle, ; May the sun still shine brightly upon you! ; I have lost my dear wife for you, ; My only child is now an orphan.