The water wanders through the blue valleys, The wind falls in love with the quiet things: The light wants everything to sing hymns. And behold, the forests become storytellers all around.
A spirit of alliance, the most devout voter of good Is there so that the home song may succeed. He speaks into the water that it will bring tidings It even booms: Listen, the valley is getting narrower.
It is the language of the patriarchs. The water truly says: We want to live! And all foam demands that rollers snore.
The ache locks become arks, The clarity of the water will elude them, One may raise the treasure of water rapidity.
