Sjung [English translation]

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