Kultaista Sadetta [English translation]

We planted apple trees

stayed awake for thousand full moons

No longer am I breathing a hole into the frozen

window

Knock on the lonely door

After the frosts

That soft arch of her smile

Like an island in a fog I swim to it

In the photograph a woman and her bike

Out of fashion hats

Fiancées

I see everything, everything

Beautiful death

leaves are plated with ice

Golden rain on top of my head

Do I understand already what it teaches

I knew how to start

Do I know how to stop

I didn't realize then how everything perishes

didn't realize everything turning to an end

I no longer knock on the lonely door

After the frosts

Moving amongst the leaves

closing the cellar doors

seeing off the birds with thoughts

thinking about everything beautiful

in their long journey

And I see everything, everything