White Birches

We believe in shattered hearts, in endless tears
We believe in art, in love, we believe in David Lynch and Beelzebub
We believe in beaches, we believe in dancing the night away
We believe in the midnight sun and a forest as old as the earth
We believe in Emma Goldman and everything that is beautiful

We don't believe in nations, we don't believe in borders
We don't believe in one truth, we believe in many

We believe in colors of the rainbow and we find comfort in the heart of darkness
We believe in Joy Division and mathematical calculations against loneliness
We believe the heart to be red and rebellious
And that it stings and itches in the heart when the world is breaking apart

[We are no patriots]
We are the snobs, we are the punks
We are Judith Butler, we are Kafka
We are the insane, the dreamers, we lack restraint, sense and reason
We are Paris 1968, we are the feminist movement, we are television reruns
We are a Czechoslovakian puppet show
We are the dashboard in a space shuttle, we are a galaxy
We are those who worked 'til our hearts and bodies crumbled
We are a factory beside the Baltic Sea
We have Sapmi blood, queer hearts and Meänkieli bone marrow
We are the deepest forests, we are the northern waters
We are two generations away from poverty

We reject religion and we pray to every god
We are searching for the devil, for hidden treasures
We are the shamans, we are the witches and we hereby cast a curse.