I'm a deer
running with the wind,
between my antlers
holding the sun.
I'm a wolf,
walking at night,
three-winged,
waiting for the moon.
Oh, holding the sun.
Oh, waiting for the moon.
I'm a seed on a green
moorland,
crooked, old oak
on a big clearing.
I'm a spring
with clear water,
flame dancing
in [the] ancient fire.
Oh, clear spring.
Oh, dancing flame.
Earth's heart beats,
its power is within me,
I am one with you,
you ancient specter.
Táltos* world,
its door is open,
it was there always,
and it doesn't have any limits.
*a person called táltos was a kind of shaman in the ancient Hungarian religion, but táltos, as an adjective, is also an outdated word for something magical, supernatural
