1941, into this common grave, With a broken neck another uneventful day. Like the erosion of the earth and the sun in the polar circle. Float around into this transparent Orbit in the electric breeze of the forest The eyes of the lakes the limbs of the trees Memorials of the past, permanent presence of life. (Words of the wind) 1941, into this common grave, With a broken neck another uneventful day. Float around into this transparent Orbit in the electric breeze of the forest The eyes of the lakes the limbs of the trees Memorials of the past, permanent presence of life. The permanent danger of being alive A momentum, the vampires of the blue light.