Der skal blot et kort møde til
med flygtninge af kød og blod,
før tyngden af de byrder, de bærer
på mærkes gennem marv og ben...
Uden dig, elskede,
åd havets gru mit fortumlede sind
Uden dine kærtegn var nattens salte mørke
som syre mod mit skind
Drevet fra alt, jeg har elsket,
drømte jeg blot om at leve...
Gående i tusinders fodspor
sled asfalten huller i mit selvværd,
mens jeg drømte de sødeste drømme
om kærligheden og et liv uden rædsler
Drømte om et liv uden angst i
Havfrue-Landet højt deroppe mod Nord...
Ensom gryr dagen efter nattens terror
Frygtede som alle de andre nætter
at du led overlast. Lever du, Skat?
Ses vi mon atter?
Er du uskadt og hel?
Drømte om at redde dit liv i Damaskus...
Savnets klo har tag om mit hjerte
Hvordan kan jeg være ikke-bange
selv i havfruens eventyrland
med et eventyr så fuld af hæslige trolde?
Drømmer om at sove en drømmeløs søvn
og først vågne igen ved dit kys på min pande...
Kamete
Copyright
It takes but a short rendezvous
with refugees in flesh and blood
before the weight of the burdens
they are carrying is felt through
your own bones and marrow
But the greatest of all is love
Without you, Love, the horror of the ocean
gulped down my mind´s confusion
Without your cuddles the salty darkness
of the nights hit my skin like acid
Driven away from all I ever cherished
I just dreamed about living...
Walking the footsteps of thousands
the asphalt wore down my self-image,
whilst I daydreamed sweet dreams
about love and life without horrors
Dreamed of a life without fear
in the Fairy-land high on the North
Lonely, after still a night of terrors
I fear you may not be unharmed.
Will I see you again, still not damaged?
Are you yet living whole and sound?
Dreamed I would save your life in Damascus...
The claw of privation grips tight on my heart
Fear is my master in the Land-of-the-mermaid
with a story so full of hideous trolls!
Dreaming to sleep without dreams
First to be awakened with your kiss on my forehead...
Dreamed of a life without fear
in the Fairy-land high on the North
Lonely, after still a night of terrors
I fear you may not be unharmed.
Will I see you again, still not damaged?
Are you yet living whole and sound?
Dreamed I would save your life in Damascus...
The claw of privation grips tight on my heart
Fear is my master in the Land-of-the-mermaid
with a story so full of hideous trolls!
Dreaming to sleep without dreams
First to be awakened with your kiss on my forehead...
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