(Danser så stille
I salenes tom
Nikker imod glas)
Udenfor gror plantagen
Stammernes sagte hvisken
Krystallernes kant
Og tiden er sprød
En due med dunkende hjerte
Når der standses og lyttes
Til planternes drømme derude
Der lister ind under sømmen
Og stoffets knitren mod gulvet
Translation:
(Dancing so slowly
in the hall's empty
Nod against glass)
Outside the orchard grows
The gentle whisper of the trunks
The edge of the crystals
And the time is crispy
A pigeon with a pounding heart
When one stops and listens
To the dreams of the plants out there
That slips under the seam
And the rustle of the the fabric against the floor
I salenes tom
Nikker imod glas)
Udenfor gror plantagen
Stammernes sagte hvisken
Krystallernes kant
Og tiden er sprød
En due med dunkende hjerte
Når der standses og lyttes
Til planternes drømme derude
Der lister ind under sømmen
Og stoffets knitren mod gulvet
Translation:
(Dancing so slowly
in the hall's empty
Nod against glass)
Outside the orchard grows
The gentle whisper of the trunks
The edge of the crystals
And the time is crispy
A pigeon with a pounding heart
When one stops and listens
To the dreams of the plants out there
That slips under the seam
And the rustle of the the fabric against the floor
