Köd utánam [English translation]

The forest1is soaring, in its hair sits the Moon

its light is my window, flickers on my blanket

the starry sky, the wheel of the night turns

around and above the house, 100.000 years already,

went by and I'm sleeping, and keep on dreaming

the iron-wagon is chugging up the shale-mountain.

Across the fields, beyond the hayfield

The clouds run, my coat is flying in the wind, oh in the wind.

Andesite drudges, rumbles in the dark, the coal depo birrs,

squints within the body.

I'm sleeping and sleeping and keep on dreaming

the clouds are running, up and quivering

The clouds are running, flying in the wind

through the times, like in fairy tales,

I'm sleeping and sleeping and keep on dreaming

the hay rustles, whirls, it's dropping on my eyes

from the Moon, oh, from the Moon.

1. Literally "vastness".