Вершы: Vintersorg. Solens Rötter. Spirar Och Gror.

Ett varregn seglar fram och sprider sin vata
Over marken, som tand av tidens laga
I denna langtans trakt har ljusdroppar borjat flata
Sommarvaven som ivrigt vill atertaga

Livskraftens gatfullhet
Spirar I vaxandets vard
Tamjd av jordens fruktbarhet,
Ett myller forenas I ett ackord
Livskraftens gatfullhet
Andas i stillhet och storm
I ett kretslopp byggt mot evighet
Likt spruckna droppars aterskapade form

I en tid nar varje fro vacks for sin resa
Ur sin kapslar, forhemligade men fria
Spridda av vinden for att betrada glesa
Vidder, som de har kommit for att befria

Ur vintrig skepnad hojs varlden nyansrikt
Och varens skira gronska forst
Dar, smaltfloder ljuder orkesterlikt
Och mildrar jordskorpans oandliga torst

[English translation:]

SPROUTS AND GERMINATES

A spring rain sails forth and spreads its water
Over the ground, as if lit by the flame of time
In these lands of yearning, drops of light has begun to plait
The web of summer which eagerly wants to return

The mystery of viability
Sprouts in the care of growing
Tamed by the earth's fertility,
A multitude is united in one chord
The mystery of viability
Breathes in stillness and storm
A cycle built towards eternity
Like the recreated form of burst drops

In a time when every seed is awoken for its journey
From their capsules, secret but free
Spread by the wind to tread sparse
Expanses, which they have come to set free

From wintry shape the world raises rich in nuances
And the bright greenery of spring first
There, rivers of melted snow sound like orchestras
And ease the unquenchable thirst of the Earth's crust