To the winds of northern islands,
To the winds of fjords and mountains,
To the cold and silent moon
I tell my saga 'bout love and wounds.

The words are melted in moonsglow,
While feelings come and feelings go,
They reach the land of snow and ice,
And hear His heart's hidden cries.

You blow, my winds, and reach the sky,
Where pagan stars so brightly shine,
You bring my saga to the endless north,
May everlasting be my Love!...