I met a butterfly
On my way to Jötunheim
With a hammer in my heart

I met a butterfly
With luminous wings
That stopped for a while
As in the deepest time of night
When even birds are quiet
While whisper lets out a lie

It descended upon my horse’s ear
Blue and green on chestnut hair
Our pace was unrelenting
And also weary from the err
Souls heavily pushing
this meaty cart
I met a butterfly
On my way to Jötunheim
With a hammer in my heart

What is to think of this life
Caught between the night and day
When even seer sees only partly and
Many times different as same
A Hero famous for a thousand years
Or a beggar without a name
From our souls blooms
Like a flower a poisonous dart
I met a butterfly
On my way to Jötunheim
With a hammer in my heart

And yet I think that in a way
‘Tis more real than these hands
That clutch the oars

The moment ended
And the wings spread to depart
To continue in their blind
Pursuit to cheat the death
This delicate unlearnable art
I met a butterfly
On my way to Jötunheim
With a hammer in my heart