Endlessly moulding
Elements flow
Freely
To see what, today
Can become, tomorrow
The universe strive
To chaotic order
Floating
Like grain of sand
Through the fingers
Of God
Svensk version (Swedish version)
Skulpterar
Oupphörligt formar
Elementen flödar
Fritt
För att se vad, idag
Kan bli, imorgon
Universums strävan
Mot kaotisk ordning
Flödar
Likt sandkorn
Genom fingrarna
På Gud
Are we not, only a grain of sand in the universe? Ha de Gött!
The jetty disappears into the fog.
Into the mystic silence.
Going to nowhere.
Sometimes you need to go back to move forward, ha de Gött!
They dance together.
Rock and water.
Accompanied by the wind.
Ha de Gött!
Even the straight and narrow.
Offers choices.
Enter or stop.
Stay curious but be careful, ha de Gött!
Over the horizon.
Will I find the path.
Or should I walk safe.
In my accustomed steps.
You’ll never truly knows what tomorrow brings, ha de Gött!
Hägring
Allt du byggt är en hägring.
Rinner snart genom dina fingrar.
Kvar kan du bara lämna kärlek.
Tiden visar oss ingen nåd.
Som sandkorn för vinden.
Är vi jämlika i tidens öken.
Mirage
Everything you built is but a mirage.
Soon slipping through your fingers.
Only love you can leave behind.
Time show us no mercy.
Like grains of sand in the wind.
We are equals to the desert of time.
It is better to be loved than remembered, ha de Gött!
Tiny like a grain of sand.
Alone we disappear in the vastness.
Together we can form mountains.
Special thanks to the barefoot girl that stood on top of the dune stretching her arms out to make this photo special. From Råbjerg Mile sand dunes in Skagen, Denmark. Ha de Gött!
Tucking us in, in cotton white light.
For a while life slows down.
Early spring birds sing their lullaby.
I wish good times would last a little longer, ha de Gött!
As the evening sky turns red.
Her guiding beacon lights up.
Green blink for a safe passage.
Go safe, go green. Ha de Gött!
Lyckan
Satt på gyllene pedistal.
Jagar vi och tillber vi den.
Driver oss i olycka.
Men lycka är bara en biprodukt.
Av given du fått.
Och hur du spelar den.
Happiness
Sat on a golden pedestal.
We chase and worship it.
Drives us into misery.
But happiness is just a by-product.
Of the hand you’ve been dealt.
And how you play it.
I’m H. A. P. P. Y, I’m sure I am, I know I am. Ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 