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Time keeps painting my darling
Ripped all the flowers in the garden
Oh baby come home, you angels bring her home

Imens står solen over højen
Han mindes den sommer hvor *** strålede
Forsvandt I haven grøn, og træernes sang *** fandt
(In the mean while the sun stands above the hill
He recalls the summer she shone
Vanished in the green garden, and she found the song of the trees )

Time keeps painting my darling
And the garden keeps on singing the old song
Oh baby still I am waiting in the light
Hoping the angels would carry you home

Den sang tog mørket I sin pote
Den bar hans kvinde I dens kolde favn
Og lagde hende for hans dør I silkekjole
(That song the darkness took in its paw
It carried his woman in its cold embrace
And laid her at his door in a silken dress)

Hoping the angels would carry her home
Leaving it all with my only friend
Her beauty was lifeless on the stair
Oh baby I´ll carry you away into the garden´s tale
But everything (had) died and turned to stones
I laid her down under the old oak
Seeing it all blossom forever more
Time keeps on painting my darling
And the garden keeps on singing the old song
Oh baby now I know you´re in the light
Painting it all with your colorful songs

Imens står solen over højen
Hans skygge kastes ud I haven grøn
Forsvandt for evigt og uden en note
Hoping the angels will carry will carry her home
(In the mean while the sun stands above the hill
His shadow stretches out into the green garden
Vanished forever and without a note)

Time keeps painting my darling
Ripped all the flowers in the garden
Oh baby you´re home, you angels where are you.
This is a song by an amazing Danish heavy metal band, called Volbeat. They write amazing songs and my sister went to their concert. I posted this because I love their music, but I love how they mixed the Danish parts w/ the English parts.
Skjorten sad pludselig for løst i takt med sneen der gjorde dig urimeligt varm
Din far glemte din mor, din mor glemte medicinen og du glemte dig selv
Det var påske og jeg var bare observant i min silkekjole
Kloge ord faldt ikke længere fra min mund til din
Du snoede dig forbi smerten så din rygrad knækkede et par led
Nu går du og ligner et forpulet fæ med snuden i retning af din storetå
Hende du fylder ud, bliver fyldt ud af præstens søn og han prædikener på hendes inderlår
Du havde mig bundet ind i sølvpapir af guld og jeg var larmende lykkelig
Det var dog ikke tiltrækkeligt
Så nu er jeg observant til din eskalerende uskyld

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