Where Horizons End

It is easy and clear to lay with a stabbed breast

In tangled grass, in dews on a damp ground

I see everything, my heave sleep is calm

And my eyebrows are stretched

On my straight forehead.

It was long because we walked through

Dales, steppes and mountains

The world wasn't glad for us - stubborn,

Arrogant and severe,

The lines always broke hardly and strongly,

The colours around us were like stones.

The colour has also stew our skin and hair

The battles rendered rough features

It is easy and clear to lay in tangled grass

Grass and flowers will take away my colours