At Dø Er At Rejse [English translation]

Now the windmills grinds to a halt

The cranes on the harbour rest askance

In the sky are swans from SAS

Scooters in the suburbs puts pedal to the metal

People queing on E45

Gets out of their cars, what can they do?

From a radio you can hear a song

The sun becomes so red and the shadows so long

And I don't know what to look for

If there's nothing to see

But I hope that dying is traveling

Oh oh uh uh uh uhh

Now the windmills grinds to a halt

And I believe that tears can weld

Oh oh uh uh uh uhh

Now the windmills grinds to a halt

An old sun's out the windshield going home

That it's a runway appearing

Not just one, there would have to be two

It fills me up like a bridge

Rest in piece

Cause we're moving in something so tence

We're moving and can't make it stop

And the day will come where we bid our body farewell

And the sun sets not to rise

And I don't know if I could sleep for eternity

But I hope that dying is traveling

Oh oh uh uh uh uhh

Now the windmills grinds to a halt

And I believe that the tears can weld

Oh oh uh uh uh uhh

Now the windmills grinds to a halt

Who was the first?

Who is next?

Who was the first?

Who is next?

Who was the first?

Who is next?

But I hope that dying is traveling

Oh oh uh uh uh uhh

Now the windmills grinds to a halt

Now the windmills grinds to a halt