| Når jeg hyler op mod månen råber himlen tilbage
| When I howl up against the moon, the sky shouts back
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| Du skal bærer dine dumheder alle dine dage
| You must bear your foolishness all your days
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| Og når jeg sidder på et værtshus så går tiden i stå
| And when I sit in a pub, time stands still
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| Selv om hele verden brænder selv om himlen er blå
| Even though the whole world burns even though the sky is blue
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| Men i byens larm går engle rundt
| But in the noise of the city angels walk around
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| Med vingerne i øjnene og kigger ind
| With the wings in his eyes and looking inside
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| Men i byens larm går engle rundt
| But in the noise of the city angels walk around
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| Med vingerne i øjnene Ahh
| With the wings in his eyes Ahh
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| Jeg kan læse byen skæbne i gadens slidte sten
| I can read the fate of the city in the worn stones of the street
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| Brugt af glemte fødder som for længst er gået bort igen
| Used by forgotten feet who have long since passed away again
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| Og når jeg ser ud over havet ruller drømmene ind
| And when I look out over the sea, the dreams roll in
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| Om så de stikker mig i hjertet eller kysser mit sind
| Whether then they stab me in the heart or kiss my mind
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| .ruller drømmene ind
| .rolls the dreams
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| Så ruller drømmene ind.
| Then the dreams roll in.
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| Men i byens larm går engle rundt
| But in the noise of the city angels walk around
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| Med vingerne i øjnene og kigger ind
| With the wings in his eyes and looking inside
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| Men i byens larm går engle rundt
| But in the noise of the city angels walk around
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| Med vingerne i øjnene Ahh | With the wings in his eyes Ahh |