I den stora sorgens famn [English translation]

In the arms of great sorrow

there are moments of laughter

Like stars, peeking out

from eternal night

And in the first beams of the sun

the swallows fly into the sky

to bind fragile threads

weave strands into a rope

between us

so we can reach each other

In the rush of hard times

there are screams that no one can hear

Everything disappears into a whisper

like a breeze slowly dying

All the tears have dried

into crystals on my cheek

I have called, with all my strength

all my strength, for you

Can you hear me?

Can we reach each other?

In the footsteps of long winter

frozen flowers are crushed

And where loneliness walks

the cold always bites worse

Still, I have never hesitated

between darkness or light

Because when the crescent moon has faded

everything has pointed in your direction

and from my direction

we can reach each other

In the arms of great sorrow.