Where trees intertwine in the chronicle of words by echo of onset
Where the Verses of woods are encoded by mouth of arson
Where the road runs away, the blackness of night, and the restless affairs
Where from under an icon shine knives葉here lies my path

Where dawns frolic in coughing puddles and bathe inside wells of yards
Where the spring rain is marrying frost in the brown mud
Where at night with no sleep a gulp will reward a day that just passed
Where a cross is for sale to buy booze葉here lies my path

Where the hope for the sunshine is hidden in thicketly singing
Where upon spokes of thunder Storm-Queen in wild dance she is leading
Where the moon's hanging over my head like a leech on my face
Where in circle love is passed around葉here lies my path

Where the horses of Wanderer-Wind with the milk of the East quenched their thirst
Where kilometers crawl over roadways to death camps from signpost to signpost
Where up to knees in tears, and with blood up to throat Earth endures cooling rest
Where the crucifix is under a boot葉here lies my path

Where silence resembles thundering of a herd庸reedom under hooves lies
Where sunsets are sparked by a gilded bridge between the pain and the skies
Where prophets are careless and easily swayed like mirrorpanes
Where a toilet's a temple for some葉here lies my path

I raise my eyes to the sky which sends down the rain
My song is a wounded white crane . . .