When twilight gives way to warming beams of the upcoming dawn

I hover with freedom

Over open surfaces of lakes

With coming of early evening when sun lies down into mountain clefts

In moonshine I am coming back in the form of hawk

Rushing headlong where forests border the horizon

Dark hostile lands, where wild animals rule, are my home

Where roaring waterfalls rush down rocky cliffs

Wild unbridled water ruins banks

Furrows its way through slopes and aims down, south

Where storms do not end

At time of winter kingdom's frost

Where bunches of mist are gathering

And fade away again

When pure pale morning illuminates white plaines with hoarfrost

Where time stays unmoving

To be formed by moments of changes

There I live in inseparable bonds of appurtenance