Bris [English translation]

Breeze, breeze

Breathing down my neck

It gets cold under the coat

And the body cries out:

"Come breeze, breeze, set me free!"

Turn on the siren and give me lasting injuries

Breeze, gives me rosy cheeks, takes away bad memories.

Breeze, you've shut us in. You win, you win...

My name is Kristopher, ex-locomotive driver,

Son of a shipowner, I was his replacement.

I got taken care of by a nun in a monastery.

I went into service for my country and came home a casualty of war.

I got paralysed from the waist down,

and my name is no longer mentioned when folks pray.

For no one remembers old Kristopher,

He who saved five lives before he became a casualty of war.

Breeze, gives me rosy cheeks, takes away bad memories.

Breeze, you've shut us in. You win, you win...