| Like a fiery tongue | |
| my soul licks itself upwards -- | |
| away from the heat. | |
| Als een vurige | Wie Feuerzungen |
| tong likt mijn ziel zich omhoog -- | leckt sich meine Seele hoch -- |
| weg van de hitte. | weg von der Hitze. |
| Composer Smidbergs, Vilnis | 5-7-5 | ||
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