Seventh Swamphony

This is the start but where is the ending? Do we still have means to pretend? Creation shouting praise for the keeper Glory to the son of a man The shovel has let our Mother's blood Ingredient of life has been peeled off Slowly the land withers away

Down to the south they migrate, I'm watching down below Desire burning my heart, I cannot fly I'm standing on the shore, birches are waiting naked Heavenly broom of winter has swept their leaves Nothing - left for me Tones of grey - are all I can see

A bounding motion in the dark snowy forest A slender body, agile movements, death in the grasp A silent beast, a killing arm of the darkest hours Now hiding in the secret place, will I find you? Snow has covered the snow I'm waiting for the morning g

In the eyes of the trapper fire's burning, burning bright He's searching for the crossing where the fox has left its traces on Shortly finds a trail jam, lays his snare under the trace With care wipes his own marks and skis back along his own tracks

Darkness creeps around us in the twilight time The string of decoy-ducks is swinging on the waves Behind the ness The flock is dabbling The tension intensifies Before their takeoff We hear the wings rustling just before they come And with the calling