Hårt Regn [English translation]

Where have you been, my boy?

Where have you been, my beloved prince?

I have struggled up the twelve tallest mountains

I have dragged myself on six heavy roads

I have wandered and swayed through seven sad forests

I have scouted over a dozen half-dead waters

I have wandered through a thousand gaping graves

And it's a hard, it's a hard,

It's a hard rain that's falling

What did you see, my boy?

Where have you been, my beloved prince?

I saw a newborn baby with drooling wolves around it

I saw a bridge of rubies that no one could walk on

I saw a cut branch that bled on the ground

I saw a room full of men with glowing pliers

I saw a staircase of marble that was completely under water

I saw speakers speak with broken tones

I saw children armed with swords and grenades

And it's a hard, yes, it's a hard

Rain that's falling

What did you hear, my boy?

What did you hear, my beloved prince?

I heard the grumble of thunder that broke out a warning

I heard the roar of a wave that can drown us all

I heard the drummer drum until his hands started bleeding

I heard many people talking but no one listening

I heard people starving while people were laughing

I songs of the poet who died in a gutter

I heard the clown that went to cry in the alley

And it's a hard, it's a hard,

It's a hard rain that's falling

Whom did you meet, my boy?

Whom have you met, my beloved prince?

I met a child with a dying donkey

I met a white man that walked a black dog

I met a young woman who burned like a torch

I met a young girl in the colors of the rainbow

I met a man who was wounded in love

I met another man who was wounded in hatred

And it's a hard, and it's a hard

Rain that's falling

What will you do, my boy?

What will you do now, my beloved prince?

I will keep going before the rain gets worse

I will go deep into the darkest forests

Where the people are many and the hands are empty

The the factories' poisons have ruined their water

Where the homes in the valley are run-down

Where the executioners' faces are never seen

Where the bodies hunger and the souls thirst

Where black is the color and none is the number

And I will think it and speak it and believe it

And I will hold it from the mountain so everyone can see it

And I will stand where I stand until the waves take me

But I have learned my song well before I sing it

And it's a hard, yes, it's a hard

Rain that's falling