Laululintu [English translation]

I take refuge in a numb mind,

in pointless mercy,

hide under a corn1

It will grow in biterness as long as it has soil.

Behind the borderline questions are waiting:

who is flaying who? On whose skin is the route map which to follow?

Songbird, take off your veil

Descend on the hand

Into the only stolen hour

A fragile bond

holds the furious one,

bears like a sheet of ice.

And the wall doesn't notice,

and the wall doesn't recognize.

Who is the one who draws our outlines?

Who gave you those shapes which

make up the route map that you are afraid of?

Songbird, take off your veil.

Descend on the hand,

into the only stolen hour

A gloomy muse with blood in her mouth.

Give me a lullaby,

show me for a moment the window of peace

1. a hardened area of the skin, usually on ones feet.