Evil's Scent

White figure at the border of a field
is leading  lonely man to low-lying hills,
under the sky and grey moonlight.
Morrow doesn't know where to find that man.
Rocks are turned over and evil's scent is tracked.
Cat is scratching a window.
No one is coming to open it.
Wet clothes are found,
river's rapids are flowing, telling their cruel message.
Morrow doesn't know where to find that man.
Rocks are turned over and evil's scent is tracked.
The smile of the moon is mysterious today.
Perhaps it knew his thoughts, his final hope.

(Original text: "Pahan jälki" by JP Leppäluoto)