Where the moon in the solitude shines.
Where the owl has its nest.
Where the spruce-forest lonely whines,
there I will find peace.
Over every log and stone
the fog lies.
In the cold and pale light
of the moon,
the wolf barks at the sky.
Where the moon in the solitude shines.
Where the owl has its nest.
Where the spruce-forest lonely whines,
there I will find peace.
To this untouched primeval forest,
shall my spirit forever belong.
Here shall I die in solitude under
the tones of an elvrong.
This is where my spirit
forever shall be.
