The wind falls in love with the silent things:
The light wants everything to sing hymns.
And see, the woods are narrators all around.
A spirit of alliance, the most devout voter of the good
Is there so that Heimath Sang may succeed.
He speaks into the water that it will bring a message
It even booms: Because 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 locks of the Ache become arks,
The clarity of the water will strive from them,
One may raise the treasure of water "swiftness".