Trees are lightened by the dusk Grey spears of fir-trees stare in the sky And ancient as rocks the bones of earth Keep the secret silence of the wood. Snakes of the trees remember the names of the stars Speeches of gods, secrets of sorcerers The rivers tired are sleeping within their coasts The stones keep the secrets for always. The wrinkled face of mother earth Is covered with snow blanket An army of trees is standing guard, A single row of spears, swords and hatchets. The sigh of space is in the noise of branches, The reflection of stars - in pupils of lakes. The eternal wood of ancestors remembers the names of the stars The stones keep the secrets for always