Rivers flow up to the treetops
At dry coasts roots swim out
And that boy begs to himself:
"If you take something, bring it back someday"
The morning comes from childhood to home
Between memories cranberry fields grow
Over the country road my childhood traces are
How very dear and mine is this sorrow
I am warming up on a slow fire now
On a slow fire
Now warming up, warming up on a slow fire
On a slow fire
Now I'm warming up
Shadows disappear, cool subsides the swelter
A heart lightly lukewarm, but full of peace
A language cools down, that once said:
"In every glacier there is a sparkling beginning
But a burning ending"
I am warming up on a slow fire now
On a slow fire
Now warming up, warming up on a slow fire
On a slow fire
Now warming up, warming up on a slow fire
On a slow fire
On a slow fire
On a slow fire
On a slow fire
Now warming up, warming up on a slow fire
On a slow fire