| Where the water flow together, |
| in the land of the mountains of trees, |
| there is seen a zadule running to escape. |
| Fleeing towards the dismal dark… dark! |
| Come closer and see, stare at the trees |
| Come closer and see, stare at the blackish mirror. |
| Now I hear the miry voice vociferating your name! |
| The call is deep beyond the dusky shades, |
| where you follow your eyes, where you follow the sign. |
| Come closer and see, stare at the trees! |
| …In the Land of the Mountains of Trees… |
| Fleeing to this black nothing, |
| while the shreak is near, |
| while mired in fear. |
| Emptiness splits the sky and touches the silent leafs! |
| Descent to the waters, |
| in the land of the mountains of trees! |