Laponie [English translation]

I’m going to Lapland

Nayah asks me if that’s where lop rabbits come from

Yes, I’m going to Lapland

Pockets filled with time for myself,

I’m leaving for the wonderland,

The sound of a bell, a distant memory

This is my promised land, my Excalibur, my roots, my home, I’m coming back to you

And the magic will find me again

I rediscover my DNA, my Garden of Eden

And everything that connects me to my people

On the plane above the clouds

Another dimension, an external view from the top of the grand design

I realize the multidimensionality of our lives,

Often hazed in the thick cotton-like mist,

As above so below, as to the left so to the right, as in the middle so all around

All I need is faith

The pilot, the plane, the wings and the sky

I don’t know what I’ll find,

But I am as excited as I was on my first great journey,

An emotion that has since evaded me

I can feel an invisible thread connecting me to something I don’t know the scope of

That has no beginning, no age, but simply is…

Up there, high above the clouds,

Observing my thoughts running wild,

I find myself and I calm down, the time is right

It’s now, I’m ready

With the blue blood moon as witness

With the blue blood moon as witness

With the blue blood moon as witness, in the window

As soon my feet touch the ground I feel a drunken elation,

I breathe in, filling my lungs with the frosty nectar,

I recognize the fragrances of the spirit that exhilarate me

Arborescent watercolours, pillars of crystal lights,

Elk in the wild, queens and kings of the forests,

The mystical offering of a sun dog – burning diamond like a Sámi symbol,

Our angel Niklas, pure as the driven snow, with a child’s heart,

A travelling artist, inspired and inspiring,

Nomadic soul, a singing flower

I breathe out the past,

I breathe in again,

And… I’m leaving with a heavy heart

The birch trees, the dogs, the sledge,

The white rabbit we never saw that nibbled away at our time,

The Northern Lights that made a timid appearance,

The tranquil mornings, opals of a thousand different shades, a thousand different rhythms,

The great fir trees crushed under the weight of countless snow petals,

The sun in my heart made whole again tells of my sacred union that encompasses earth and sky

I will return

I’m leaving with a heavy heart

The birch trees, the dogs, the sledge,

The white rabbit we never saw that nibbled away at our time,

The Northern Lights that made a timid appearance,

The tranquil mornings, opals of a thousand different shades, a thousand different rhythms,

The great fir trees crushed under the weight of countless snow petals,

The sun in my heart made whole again tells of my sacred union that encompasses earth and sky

I will return