Linnut [English translation]

Hills from behind thousands of years

A hole in the middle

A billion years

People have formerly come here fast

Fast

And forcefully

The shallow shores of

the land of alder

are covered with fog

that hangs on the branches

The feet walk

carefully on the ground

The moss sinks

under the steps

The gaze is scoping

the wet dusk

In between the trees

Towards the water

The rush of blood

goes through my ears

My heart is beating

My mouth is dry

My low journey

comes to an end...

But the birds

have already flown away