In the silence of the cold night I've heard tearfull voice That eerie call full of pain Was brought to me by wanderer wind From endless dark forests... Rain, like someone's cry of trouble Continues to fall from the sky It's sound like someone's voice Calls me again to go I walk the thicket of the forest Hearing that sound in the rustle of leaves Looking for the thing which calls me To know what everything is crying By the unbeaten track Into the heart of the leavy grove I rush There's no more energy, I lower myself at the foot of the trees The forest embraces me To understand whose Endless call my mind heard Me to know the knowledge Roots, grasses, branches, leaves Are sprouting through the body And impaling my chest and hands Now - I'm a part of the forest Part of nature, what I must be What I've been in the ancient epoch