Billeder af hende [English translation]

The sky is opening up to me

New dimensions

Things take shape around me

Stencils

Beautiful colors like clownfish in anemones

No ticket

I am flying through all zones

Less firewater

Not as many nights out on the town

I am still send off like a shower of arrows from bows

The scene is ours now

Moons are our spectators

Her eyes light up the night like fireflies

Distorted notes get together in a harmony

They shout out down there

But I don't hear their outcries

My thoughts have created a gallery

But no matter where I look

It is only her picture I see

Spiritual

The right spirit

Welcome to the factory

Hits by assembly lines

But it's time to do the work

Left handed

And give in without thinking

I need to hear her voice

Wonder if I should call

Cause all I see

Is just pictures of her

A chauffeur takes me there

And slowly takes me away again

And all I see

Is just skies of her

It's cold up here

But she's keeping me warm now

It's as if I'm on the top of

Kilimanjaro

I feel spellbound

But is she really

Really with me

My view is dazzling

And I feel I am alive

But I ask myself why

Why I am doubting

And why I am losing my breath

Is she really

Really with me

There is pretty much mail these days

Sick stash

I say things straight out

Look through me

Nik-glass

It's not jazz we're making

It's not gas we're making

No, it's just another smash

Still in wife-beaters

Still in leopard sneakers

Still the voice behind the man behind the sound behind the band behind the brand behind the hit

That comes from your speakers

So I'm sure you can understand

The carrier is going

I don't stop for no one

Before I reach the last station

And there she was

Like another voice

Just by changing a single note

She created harmony in my life

A melody

A symphony

That isn't possible to explain

And when I'm still cold as a cold counter

It's because my trade

It has made my cynical

Well, here we are again

1000 faces in here

But all I see

Is just pictures of her

I'm on the last plane there

And on the first plane back home

And all I see

is just skies of her

It's cold up here

But she's keeping me warm now

It's as if I'm on the top of

Kilimanjaro

I feel spellbound

But is she really

Really with me

My view is dazzling

And I feel I am alive

But I ask myself why

Why I am doubting

And why I am losing my breath

Is she really

Really with me

No matter where the wind blows

I see pictures of her

I find the way to her heart

Right where the wind blows

I see skies of her

I find the way to her heart