Der Er Noget I Luften [English translation]

There's something in the air, I do not know what

Like spring, though the forest has lost every leaf

There's something in the air like the scent of roses

Like the joy of birds

Though the rose has faded and the bird has gone southwards

There's something in the air that makes me so happy

Which refreshes my heart in the bath of youth

There's something in here, a glorious memory

With candles and song

Of Christmas at home, at home with mother once

There's something in the air, a childhood commandment

Which shines upon me, like the star of God

Which leads me quietly to the little Savior

With the joy of childhood

Though childhood fled like the bird that traveled south

Oh, come to us all, you king1 of the feast

Be the curl golden, be the hair gray

Spread your hands out while the candles burn

And give us your peace

Because eternal, yes, eternal is the joy when you follow

1. "Drot" is an outdated Danish term for king.