All things rush from the cold icy winds into warmth
So itís been through the ages and countless years.
But why, then, are these yonder birds flying north
If birds only fly south, it always appears?
They need neither glory nor power -
Once they stop seeing ice below,
They will find a birdís joy in an hour
As reward for their daring to go!
Why then, did we too not sleep at night?
What drove us out onto such high waves as we dare?
We have not yet observed the famed Northern Lights
But valuing lights, any kind, is always rare.
Silence... Gulls dash like lightning about
And we feed them with emptiness round
But our reward for bearing silence out
Absolutely will be a sound!
So long now only white dreams have come to our minds -
All other shades the snows have buried in vain
It is dark from this whiteness, and we have gone blind
But the dark stripe of land will make us see again.
Silence will let our throats into air
Weakness will melt like shadows away
Our reward for the nights of despair
Will be the Poleís eternal day!
North, hope, freedom - a land of borderless snows.
Spotless - like a long life without a lie.
Here our eyes will not be pecked out by crows
Because here in the north no crows will fly.
Those who didnít believe in bad prophecies,
Never lay in the snow to rest
- Their reward for their long loneliness
Must be soon meeting someone best!