| Hun ved, at livet er kort.
| She knows life is short.
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| Hun ved, det suser forbi.
| She knows it's whizzing by.
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| Og hun ved godt, det er hrdt,
| And she knows it's hard,
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| Men hun har masser at sige.
| But she has plenty to say.
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| Og hun drmmer…
| And she dreams…
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| To bliver til en og hun synger
| Two become one and she sings
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| Om alt det, hun skal n.
| About all that she must n.
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| Skraldet ligger I dynger
| The rubbish is in heaps
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| Og hun kan knapt nok g,
| And she can barely walk,
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| Men hun drmmer…
| But she dreams…
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| … at hun letter og forsvinder
| … That she eases and disappears
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| Og hun kigger ned og finder
| And she looks down and finds
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| Sin karma og sin krlighed og hbet igen.
| His karma and his love and hope again.
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| At hun svver under skyerne
| That she floats under the clouds
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| Og vkker dem, der sover alt for tungt.
| And wakes up those who sleep too heavily.
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| At hun svver under skyerne,
| That she floats under the clouds,
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| Over lysene I byerne
| Over the lights In the cities
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| Med vinger, giver de modlse modet igen.
| With wings, they give modlse courage again.
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| At hun svver over lysene
| That she hovers over the lights
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| Og vkker dem, der sover alt for tungt.
| And wakes up those who sleep too heavily.
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| Og hun drmmer…
| And she dreams…
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| Man ved godt, hvad det kan bringe,
| One knows well what it can bring,
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| Nr sjlen mister sin gnist.
| When the soul loses its spark.
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| Og alarmerne begynder at ringe,
| And the alarms start ringing,
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| Nr festen gr hen og bliver trist,
| When the party goes and gets sad,
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| Men hun drmmer…
| But she dreams…
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| … at hun letter og forsvinder
| … That she eases and disappears
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| Og hun kigger ned og finder
| And she looks down and finds
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| Sin karma og sin krlighed og hbet igen.
| His karma and his love and hope again.
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| At hun svver under skyerne
| That she floats under the clouds
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| Og vkker dem, der sover alt for tungt.
| And wakes up those who sleep too heavily.
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| At hun svver under skyerne
| That she floats under the clouds
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| Over lysene I byerne
| Over the lights In the cities
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| Med vinger, giver de modlse modet igen.
| With wings, they give modlse courage again.
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| At hun svver over lysene
| That she hovers over the lights
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| Og vkker dem, der sover alt for tungt. | And wakes up those who sleep too heavily. |