If the sun rolls down into the gorge one day
in the heat, the trilobite-heart
is drumming again, it drums in softly
beating in the ground, the trilobite-heart.
The matter in the body, is turning and spinning
I'll be your house, trilobite-heart
Carry me through this world,
work within me, trilobite-heart.
And the sun will roll out onto the plains one day
in the heat, the trilobite-heart
is drumming again, it drums in softly
beating in the ground, the trilobite-heart.
Spinning, turning the matter in the body
I'll be your house, trilobite-heart
Carry me through this world,
work within me, trilobite-heart.
Hej, existence is rushing at me
Hej, life is rushing at me!
Hej, existence is rushing at me
Hej, life is rushing at me!