Til deg [English translation]

You made me so happy

Maybe I make you happy

Det best I had

Everything was too small for you

But this bud from my own rosewood

You should have it as a memory of the summer and of me

Last fall it was just a small snowy thing

Deep down in the earth, on its mother's roots

When the summer sun got warm, it ventured upwards

and shoot out healthy green leaves and a blood red top

But then fall came back, with winds sounding like whispers

it was too late, way too late, he never got to blossom

So let it die, how painful when the little life was lost

but the steel of fate he cut off, maybe there is advice for that

And the anger flowed with life out into the deep sea of time

where longing and suffering, sorrow and end, yes everything should be forgotten

And the root it was growing on has to wither and die

For everything that lives on earth like grass and hay