Søndag i April [English translation]

It is a quiet morning

And the sun shines in

I wake very slowly

While you stroke my chin

And there's nothing to say

No, that's just the way it is

You are the most precious thing I've got

And you've made coffee

And filled up your bathtub

I kiss you and think

That you are wonderful and sweet

And there's nothing to say

No, that's just the way it is

You are the most precious thing I've got

Ooh, Sunday in April

Ooh, Sunday in April

And this one morning

A Sunday in April

It gives my mind some peace

And it gives the dreams a rest

Cause now everything stands still

In a luminous moment

Of everything that's beautiful

And soft and round

As the stones that roll

In towards the shore of the beach

And lies there like coloured jewellery

For an eternity

You decorate my morning

Oh yeah, I'm just saying

You are the most precious thing I've got

Now you decorate my morning

Oh yeah, I'm just saying

You are the most precious thing I've got

Ooh, Sunday in April

Ooh, Sunday in April

Ooh, Sunday in April

(Yeah, mmm, Sunday in April)

Ooh, Sunday in April

(I wish it was Sunday always)

Ooh, Sunday in April

(Sunday in April)

Ooh, Sunday in April

Ooh, Sunday in April

Ooh, Sunday in April

(Sometimes I would wish it was Sunday always)

Ooh