It is easy and clear to lay with a stabbed breast In tangled grass, in dews on a damp ground I see everything, my heave sleep is calm And my eyebrows are stretched On my straight forehead.
It was long because we walked through Dales, steppes and mountains The world wasn't glad for us - stubborn, Arrogant and severe, The lines always broke hardly and strongly, The colours around us were like stones.
The colour has also stew our skin and hair The battles rendered rough features It is easy and clear to lay in tangled grass Grass and flowers will take away my colours
