I'm a deer Running with the wind, Between my antlers Holding the sun. I'm a wolf, Walking at night, Three-winged, Waiting for the moon. Oh, holding the sun. Oh, waiting for the moon. I'm a seed on a green Moorland, Crooked, old oak On a big clearing. I'm a spring With clear water, Flame dancing In [the] ancient fire. Oh, clear spring. Oh, dancing flame. Earth's heart beats, Its power is within me, I am one with you, You ancient specter. Táltos* world, Its door is open, It was there always, And it doesn't have any limits. *A person called táltos was a kind of shaman in the ancient Hungarian religion, but táltos, as an adjective, is also an outdated word for something magical, supernatural