You are a fine noise   I must take care for you   My heart my head to the ground   To speak of such things   As the sound of your wings   I have not the breath   In my brides eye   And by her side   And by her side      You are the noise   The elktooth chain   Lovely in the rivers mirror   You stand in my circle   The circle of my center here      It will take some time   To get to this point   Remember you are spinning   Around the room   I dare not rest   My hands on my chest   Vashene osh miashte means yes   Means yes      The branches all creek together   All out in the open   Inside a roaring figure on the wall   The streets are cobbled just for you   The silver sun in my cellar well too   I hear a mocking voice