Her er en sang [English translation]

This is a song for you, my friend,

You've not been mentioned, not been forgotten

Sometimes it's a burden to carry me home

when I become too ugly

When I become too stupid

I need a helping hand

You probably do, too - but thanks, anyway

This is a song for you, my girl,

You sparked when it was cold

It warmed and lit up

and I was scared of the dark, on the verge to crying

Then I acted stupidly

and needed a helping hand

You did, too - but thanks, anyway

This is a song for everyone

with warm hearts and cold heads

I know from my time as a punching bag:

It's not easy to be proud,

you'll be bought and sold

Then you feel stupid

and need a helping hand

If you make it on your own - then thanks, anyway