I would like to fly like birch leaf
I would like to fly like a small bird
But I am not a bird that flies
But I am not fluttering birch leaf
Big swamp is my home, my home, swamp is my home
The roof is made from juniper, roof from juniper
I walk the beaches, and go the alleys
go the alleys, walk the alleys and beaches
I pass underneath the glades
i pass underneath, i pass underneath the glades
I would like to fly like birch leaf
I would like to fly like a small bird
under the skies above the sights
in the blue arms of the see
I would rise where birds fly
I would fly to a large bay
But I am not a bird that flies
But I am not fluttering birch leaf
My yards are so long
my yards, so long are my yards
The edges of clouds are long
the edges of clouds, long are the edges of clouds
So cold are my sills
my sills, cold sills (at least i think, it is "sills", that they are talking about here)
So cold are outbursts of waterfalls
outbursts of waterfalls, cold outbursts of waterfalls