Come with me, into the woodpecker woods, come and see the circular paths,
gone are the leaves and the buds in the woodpecker woods, noises, voices in the barks of the birch,
scattered feathers all over the place, no fruit bearing in the grove,
eyes of owls, woodpeckers in my woods, staring, baring no clemency,
blackness and shadows they follow me, in the woodpecker woods,
come and see, dance with me! go and try, you're in my path,
the forest is muted, you might be swoon, you'll never leave the woodpecker woods.