En prins kom op af vandet
Og kyssede min skygges pande
Og gift blev de også
Min skygge er viet bort
Til skyggedrengen

Jeg boede engang med en fisker
Hans ansigt var endnu fint
Hans hår var et net om hans tanker
Hans liv var en gyngende skude
Hvor er han min fisker fra havet
Han sejler mod fjerne kyster
Hans tanker er fremadrettede
Hans krop blot et sted at bo
Hans ord brændte fast i træet
Dengang i mit glødende bål
Nu er det blot kul under mine fødder
Små tusind diamanter som vand

You said the world was yet to see
That twisted rivers flows
But for me it seem to be
The winter makes them froze

I held for you your hidden tears
You didn't even know
I held the tears for all those years
You've let the summer go

They think they see your secret boy
I thought that too before
But know i see the truth with joy
You are no boy no more

You told me life was beautiful
I looked at it all new
But as you turned your back on me
it seemed like love did too

Where is your childhood?
Take me to her
And let us all play in the forests
Of your childhoods quiet roads
Beautiful boy, where is she know?