Falling over rocks... sounds between the stones

hungry power smoothes the bottom of the rivers bed

opens arms embrace young headwaters

there is not such power on lone blue planet!

Artery of the life thirsty for the speed

running down the mountains, from the deep of the rock

fills up the soil... bones of the earth

about the ancient times silently she spoke.

Those who can resist are allowed to drink on their kneels....

You, who can resist are allowed to drink on your kneels...

Shiny lawn in the forrest, deep as the sea

sun is reflecting, peace rules this place

woodland creatures, will-o´-the wispes and the nymphs

in stilly flow they are coming, preparing the bath...

Ethereal bodies vestured into flowers

flaming through the life in the restless dream

from the spider´s webs they are collecting the dew...

... preparing the gathering, awaiting the dark.

While the man is standing, dazed in restless dream

woundable creature, dressed in the sky of the day

silently he´s shivering, not because of the fear...

... his nomadic soul desires for the wilderness!

Pain, doom, wide pale sky and spry river

bank of the stream hails the return of the spring!

Queen of waters uncloaks cold blue skin

with the purling fills your life... SHE WAS THE WATER!