I want to sing, Of deepest forest
So overgrown, vivid, mystical and somber
I want to speak to the ground, the earth, and to you
I want to sing, of age-old trees
Oaks, Ash, Whitebeam and Acorn
I want to breathe the whole beauty of the world surrounding me
And my fingers want to dig in the ground
Turn over stones, that lay in peace for so long
Want to find treasures and gemstones, for you
Field covered in rapeseed, blue linseed field
The ground of our fathers, where the turf is overturned
So much in love, forlorn, yet vivid in my dream
Field covered in rapeseed, blue linseed field
midsummer valley, dandelions and grain
So much in love, forlorn, yet vivid in my dream
All of this holds value for me
Value to be kept, to be cared for and tended
Nature's, heavy industry, makes me free (1)
Say, can you feel the windy breeze
Heavenly tears wetting your hair
Enjoying the grass and gravel, on which you go ?
And here in the shadow of a gnarled acorn tree
Surrounded by weeds, fir trees, and common stone
I listen to summer tales being told
Smell the scent of rose and lilac
Field covered in rapeseed, blue linseed field
The ground of our fathers, where the turf is overturned
So much in love, forlorn, yet vivid in my dream
Field covered in rapeseed, blue linseed field
midsummer valley, dandelions and grain
So much in love, forlorn, yet vivid in my dream