The night now lowers its black veil
over man and municipality
Now, everything gets well that was amiss
Cold sky becomes warm and brown
You, you become beautiful, and I become naughty
I am a troll and you a fairy
Put your joy on my hunched back
Sorrow, we must carry by ourselves
Let us forget what in the day has happened
I am you and you are me
One plus one is mathematically one
before the night becomes the day
You, you become beautiful, and I become naughty
I am a troll and you a fairy
Put your joy on my hunched back
Sorrow, we must carry by ourselves
The sky lifts its hemline
Light is filtered through the window
Again, the two of us walk in different directions
I have no one, you are without
You, you were beautiful, and I was naughty
I am a troll and you a fairy
Put your joy on a different back
Sorrow, we must carry by ourselves