You go down, fast dark stream
And go back to the lands met before
Leave the deep caves
And the steps northern mountains
Where dark and wide forest
Starts in grey, and gloomy shadows
Far beyond this forest, Flotas going out
Flotas going out through breeze...
"...Far beyond the brooks
Far beyond the swamp gra**
In the white frost that Raises
From the dark lake..."
Go to the shiny stars
Above in dark and cold heavens
Turn with dawn,
Over the heart, over the sand...
"...Far beyond the brooks
Far beyond the swamp gra**
In the white frost that raises
From the dark lake..."
Far the south, and beyond the south
Look for the sunshine, and look for the daylight
Go back to the gloomy forest
And go back to the gloomy Forest...
"...Far beyond the brooks
Far beyond the swamp gra**
In the white frost that raises
From the dark lake..."
Far the south, and beyond the south,
Go Down the false dark stream
Go back to the lands met before
To lands met Before
Far the south, and beyond the south
Go down the false dark stream
Go back to lands met before
And go back to lands met Before