Lat togna tale...I stilla finn egvegen inn...
...til det som grorog stiane dekkjer.
Tognas tungesynar gamle stiar,til den som søkjerAlgirs velde.
Vinden ferfram, fram.Kviskrar i trea.Riv i meg.
Eg stig opp frå meg sjøl.Stien klarnar,togna talar.
Eg kallar degtil gamle tråkk.I kveld vil eg lytte...
...til det som grorog stiane dekkjer.
Ravn flyg i himmelhjul,i skogen gjestar gammel tul.
Let the silence speak...In the silence I findthe way inside...
...To that which growsand the paths cover.
The tongue of silenceshows old paths,to those who seekAlgirs reign.
The wind goesforwards, forwards.Whispers in the trees.Tears at me.
I rise up from myself.The path is clearing,the silence is speaking.
I call upon you,to old trails.Tonight I will listen...
...To that which growsand the paths cover.
Ravens fly in skywheels,an old wise man visits the forest.