The Ulva Song

[m_shcheglova]

Let me jump on my little broom

Having finished sweeping the leaves;

Let me fly in the sky over heather past bloom

To the isle that's waiting for me.

Brittle bracken isn't broken

All around my cottage small;

All it knows is deer stalking

And no human foot at all.

In the mountains around

Sun is playing hide and seek,

And the stones in the ground

Hum and listen, watch and speak

Of millenia of ages

Not a lunar month ago,

Of the stubborn work of sages,

Of the fields alive with folk.

With the heavy call of cows,

With the whisper of the crop,

Chit and chat in every house

And with centuries to drop.

Now it's only ancient ravens

Sliding in the purple sky;

Only me beneath the heavens

Nodding to the knowing cry.

Brittle bracken isn't broken

All around my cottage small;

All it knows is sunlight stalking

And no human voice at all.

Putting down my little broom

Let me walk through the coppery haze -

Let the wind and the faint pearly moon

Crown the magical place.