Sing now, all oak-trees
All old and full of traces
Sing about the leaves you left
About how you have twined your wounds
How you have sowed all what you know
To have earth and ground as friends
How you celebrate autumn
How you celebrate spring
Sing you wind between the houses
You who have met so many before me
You who follow the one who calls
You who say, after you
Sing you love between people
You who forgive time after time
You who try once again
Sing about all we have forgotten
All the beings sing about this
Even though we don't know
That we are burried in our longing
In our longing for you, you
Sing now, all oak-trees
All old and full of traces