Pihtiote [English translation]

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In the beginning of time, the sea gathered so that the waterless became visible.

The world was dark and lifeless, until the lights rose to separate the day from the night, so being the mark of time.

After the earth was formed, Raven and Crow were born.

The twins rose against each other, in the height of the sky.

And so the Crow gave life to the sea and Raven was left alone to rule the above.

Raven took another form to find what he had lost.

In the passing of time, the sea became barren. The Fisherman sat and waited for millenia...

But the sea stayed empty and black...

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If you knew my mind

My thoughts and my soul

If you heard my heart

The meaning of it's beating

Change hangs in the air

Tearing you away with roots in tow

Not asking, but telling

And the crazy person obeys

And claims that he had no other choise

That even though we fought

It was lost immediately

A storm is shaking the room

Like a trash in the wind

I'm in it's plier grip

Even if you would like it, I won't cry

When I'm burying a stillborn

Dream of that

Which was drawn as love

The decision seems the hardest part

It becomes easier

Once you release your hands

A storm is shaking the room

Like a trash in the wind

I'm in it's plier grip

Hard

These days are so

And I don't know how to get out of this with my own feet

Life gives you no warning sticker

And even if it did

Who follows them

A storm is shaking the room

Like a trash in the wind

I'm in it's plier grip

The storm disciplines the man now

And from it's foundation

Knocks over the room