From where the eye can see beyond miles   From the top of mountain high   I found it shining on the ground   Blood-red like dragons tear it was   The second by placing spoon on a stump   From magpies nest I obtained   What a beauty met my eyes   When silver in daylight sparked   >From where great rivers run down to the ocean   Where winds weep and waves forever sing   From there I found the third, on a reef   Like blazing fire it was    burning like a lively golden flame   >From where the treetops reach out to the blue sky   In the deep woods, where no man-made pathways go   From there the fourth-one I did find   From inside the trunk of great pine tree   On a mossy bed scarlet glew and I went on   To a place where goblins once used to live   Long before our days   At the end of cavern deep and dark   I found it, gray as a dragons scale   For you my sweetest wolverine I forge a wreath of seven stars   So that in the times of darkness it reminds us   Of the glory of our days   Beyond the horizon where crimson sun sets   We will sail to our haven afar   If winds favour and the storms let us go free   With sails of silver, with helm of gold   Towards the cosmic seas we sail   Wreath will guide our way   Descending glory of our days...