Barndommens Gade [English translation]

I am the street of you childhood

I am the root of your being

I am the throbbing rhythm

In everything you're longing for

I am your mothers grey hands

And your father worried mind

I am the airy, hazy web

Of your prime dreams

I gave you my great severity

One day when you were wildly bereft

I scattered some melancholy in your mind

On a dripping night of rain

Once I knocked you to the ground

To make your heart rough

But I cautiously raised you up again

And wiped away your tears

It was I who taught you how to hate

I taught you hardness and scoff

I gave you the strongest weapons

You shall know how to use them well

I gave you the vigilant eyes

For them you shall be recognised again

If you meet someone with the same gaze

You must know that he is your friend

I am the street of your childhood

I am the root of your being

I gave you the vigilant eyes

For them you shall be recognised again

If you meet someone with the same gaze

You must know that he is your friend

And if you hear purer notes

Tuned for a prettier song

You shall long after the cracked and awkward

Tone of my voice

Did you fly so far-fetched across lands

And did you outgrow your friend?

I am the street of you childhood

I always recognise you again

I am the street of your childhood

I am the root of your being

I gave you the vigilant eyes

For them you shall be recognised again

If you meet someone with the same gaze

You must know that he is your friend

I am the street of you childhood

I am the root of your being

I am the throbbing rhythm

In everything you're longing for

Did you fly so far-fetched across lands

And did you outgrow your friend?

I am the street of you childhood

I always recognise you again