Bjarla - Skog är mitt tempel (lyric video)

English translation. “The forest is my temple” Scream Rolled around, The wind caught this, And brought bad news. The rivers hurt, And the field is sad. Rain washes Loss by tears ... Do not count Fellings of trees, losses, Desert mountains, Black clouds, - Our century is short. There is hope, Disputes will be forgotten, Forest and man will become Friends again. The falcon was flying Through the gloomy clouds, The branches bent over Due to the storm. Stump cemetery Blackened the nature, People burned A new sign on the heart. Fellings of trees, losses, Desert mountains, Black clouds, - Our century is short. There is hope, Disputes will be forgotten, Forest and man will become Friends again.