Trees are lightened by the dusk

 Grey spears of fir-trees stare in the sky

 And ancient as rocks the bones of earth

 Keep the secret silence of the wood.

 

 Snakes of the trees remember the names of the stars

 Speeches of gods, secrets of sorcerers

 The rivers tired are sleeping within their coasts

 The stones keep the secrets for always.

 

 The wrinkled face of mother Earth

 Is covered with snow blanket

 An army of trees is standing guard,

 A single row of spears, swords and hatchets.

 

 The sigh of space is in the noise of branches,

 The reflection of stars - in pupils of lakes.

 The eternal wood of ancestors remembers the names of the stars

 The stones keep the secrets for always