There, where the moon shines on the moss,
Where everything radiates in silver and gold,
Where elves and fairies walk hand in hand -
There is my home.
Where the air smells of trees
And where the greatest secret of my heart lies
Is the place I feel like home.
There, where everyone believes in the good
And where inner values still count.
Where all beings are accepted -
There is in the dark light of the night
The bright moon with magical force and soft shine.
Under the protection of the breathing power of the woods
The forest grants me tranquility and deep spiritual peace.
In the origin of my existence I experience
The connection of time -
The past and the future.
It rings a clear silver laughter
Far across rivers - mountains - lakes.
The wind catches the silent tune
That is blown away tenderly in the sky.
It remains a sparkling light
Which swings high above the trees,
Bringing quietly back the faith
To humanity here on our Earth.