You are a fine noise
 I must take care for you
 My heart my head to the ground
 To speak of such things
 As the sound of your wings
 I have not the breath
 In my brides eye
 And by her side
 And by her side

 You are the noise
 The elktooth chain
 Lovely in the rivers mirror
 You stand in my circle
 The circle of my center here

 It will take some time
 To get to this point
 Remember you are spinning
 Around the room
 I dare not rest
 My hands on my chest
 Vashene osh miashte means yes
 Means yes

 The branches all creek together
 All out in the open
 Inside a roaring figure on the wall
 The streets are cobbled just for you
 The silver sun in my cellar well too
 I hear a mocking voice