Unilintu katkoi kontekstin väsyneet jouhet,
joista se punoi pesän tilanteen tilkeväliin
seurausten sinikopioiden silputtuun syvään.
Mikä mielikuvituksen puu päivän poltteessa,
olikin aina oksisto vihjauksien vaienneiden
juonen silt jatkuessa levottomasti laulaen.
Ihaillen eksyt mittoihin rytmin, harmonian,
sillä sokkelo on lopusta luotu, luonnoksin,
aatteet umpimähkäisetkin mielin aateloiden.
3 min translation:
Capture of an idea
Bird of dreams cut the worn out strings of context,
out of which it weaved a nest inside the fabrics of the situation
into the depths of the shredded blueprints of consequences.
What was a tree of imagination in the focus of the day,
had always been a bunch of branches of muted suggestions
while the plot was still continuing restlessly in the song.
Adoring you get lost in the metrics of rhythm and harmony,
because the maze has been created from the end, from the drafts
even knighting the random thoughts with a meaning.
