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...