Blackbird and oak tree

Under the oak tree I heard

The allure of blackbird song

I am stepping on an ancient civilisation shred

And I am drinking from the swift and strong

River of eternal unknown knowledge

While offering to nature tallage

Her womb gave birth to humanity

In the primordial tenebrous tranquillity

I bathe in the light beams of the full moon

Wearing a mantle only composed of night's blackness

From the azure cold lake flies a loon

Fleeting away from colliding waves' harshness

The green blanket is revealing under gentle

Steps of the revishing hunting goddess

Difusing the crude smell of fennel

The clear sky full of star is her bodice