*** var som himmelen
Aldrig det samme skær udstrålede ***
Som dagene før
Nogle dage udstrålede *** intet,
Og andre dage, svor jeg, at *** kunne
Være forår for de, som var omkring hende
*** kunne få enhver blomst til, at blomstre,
Og redde dem fra den kolde frostige vinter,
Som *** nogle dage selv blev opslugt af
Mest af alt, var *** mit forår
Og én blomst står stadig i min have,
Den som *** plantede
Selv gennem tiden, de år vi har været
På hver vores sti i livet, som aldrig vil
Krydse hinanden igen - har den stået
Smukt og prægtig i min have,
Aldrig vil den visne, for *** vil
holde den i live, aldrig vil den visne
og jeg håber, at ej heller *** visner,
jeg håber *** finder sit forår
og jeg vil i mit stille sind
sørge over, at jeg ikke kunne
være hendes forår dengang
tilbage i tiden, for der fandtes intet,
jeg hellere ville dengang
eller nu.
Translation:
She was like the sky
never radiating the same gleam
as before
Some days she didn't radiate anything at all,
and some days I swear that she could've
been spring to those surrounding her
She could make every flower blossom
and save them from the cold frosty winter
that was inside of herself
Most of all she was my spring
And one flower is still blossoming in my garden
the one that she planted
Even through the time, those years we've been
on each path in life, paths that would never
cross each other - it is the most
beautiful and magnificent flower in my garden
I pray that it won't wither, and for her not to wither
I hope that she'll find her spring
and in secrecy I'll mourn at the thought of
not being able to be her spring
back in time for it was the only thing
I ever wanted to be at that time.
