Laponie

I'm heading to Lapland, Naya asks me if it's the land of rabbits
Yeah, I'm off to Lapland
I’m packing time for myself in my pockets
I’m going to the land of wonders, a ringing bell

A distant memory, it’s my promised land
My Excalibur, my roots, my home
I’m coming back
The magic will return to me

I’m finding my DNA, my Eden
And everything that connects me to my people
On the plane above the clouds, another dimension
An outside eye above the drawing

I realize the multi-dimensionality of our lives
Often hidden by the thick cottony mist
Up like down, left like right
In the middle like around, I just need to have faith

The pilot, the plane, the wings and the sky
I don’t know what awaits me, I’m as excited as I was
On my first big trip
An emotion that had left me since then

I feel like an invisible thread connecting me
To something whose reach I don’t know
That has no beginning, no age
But way up high, way above the clouds

Watching my thoughts race, I know myself
And I calm down
It’s just the right moment, it’s now, I’m ready
The blood blue moon as a witness

The blood blue moon as a witness
The blood blue moon as a witness in the white eye
I plant my feet on the ground and already I’m getting tipsy
I breathe in deeply the icy nectar

I recognize the fragrances of the spirit that intoxicate me
Pastel tree-like colors
Crystal pillars of light
Wild impulses, reins, kings of the forests

The mystical offering of a diamond parhelion
Burning like a Saami symbol
Our angel Niklas pure as snow
Child’s heart, wandering artists, inspired, inspiring

Nomads at heart, a singing flower
I exhale the breath of the past
I breathe again
I leave with a heavy heart

The birches, the dogs, the sled
The white hare we’ve never seen that has eaten time
The shy auroras
The calm mornings at the dances of a thousand shades, of a thousand rhythms

The heavy firs crushed under the weight of snow petals
The sun in my warmed heart
Bears witness to my sacred union from earth to sky
I will return

I leave with a heavy heart
The birches, the dogs, the sled
The white hare we’ve never seen that has eaten time
The calm mornings at the dances of a thousand shades, of a thousand rhythms
The sun in my heart bears witness to my union from earth to sky
I will return