Fort [English translation]

The wind howled last night

for my mother brought me into the world.

The wind whistled and cheered:

'The child is mine.'

The homeless road spoke:

'I am the cradle he lay upon.

And homeless like me he shall be.

Mine, the child is mine!'

The wave swooshed hither aside the road,*

it swooshed silently from the distant sea.

And then it sounded like words into the swoosh:*

'Your child I won.'

Therefore I am like the wind that racks aloft,

am like the wave that escapes the hand.

The road funnels and longs to come away,

away, away, away, and that holds true for me as well!

• Artist:Faun
• Album:Licht (2003)