Through the Meadow Grass dew
Touching the Solar braid,
Through the Water of Life,
Through peace and tranquility,
Through eternal Fire –
While Grandfather is striking a drum,
Accompanied by spirits of Woods –
We step in to the depth
To touch the Essence again,
To grasp the sense of all,
To hear the old Saga –
Where Freedom is still alive,
Where Fear is melting in Love
When Heart she hears…