Savage Rose
Текст песни Flyv Min Fugl (fly My Bird)

Flyv min fugl over byens tavse tage
B?r bornenes dromme med pa din ryg
Stille rejser dagen med manens hvide segl
Sk?r' gennem natten en fremmed strand
Aja, aja,aja
Afsted afsted afsted afsted
Med de forbudte tanker
Nogne rodder spredt pa jorden
Kappet i udkanten af storbyens beton
Fyraftenens svundne stemmer, dagens historie
Hvisker i min handfuld kastanjer
Aja, aja, aja ...

Sa stille her er: en sommer uden mund
Her hvor goglerne t?nder ild i hoje hatte
Hvor leende drenge med sabler ud af halsen,
Balancerer pa blodige lanser a€¦.
Aja, aja aja a€¦.

Hvornar skal jeg se jer
Mine stolte soskende
Smile mellem rode pelargonier

Aja, aja, aja a€¦.

Compressed translation by Thomas Koppel:

Fly my bird
Over the quiet roofs of the city
Carry the dreams of the children on your back
Quietly the day travels with the moons' white sickle
Cuts through the night a foreign beach
Aia, on & on, with the forbidden thoughts

Naked roots scattered on the ground
Polled in the outskirts of the city's concrete
The vanished voices of knock-off time, the history of the day
Whisper in my handful of chestnuts

How quiet it is! A summer without mouth
Here where jugglers put top hats on fire
Where smiling boys with swords sticking out of the throat
Balance on bloody lances

When will I see you
My proud sisters & brothers
Smiling between red geraniums
Aia, on & on, with the forbidden thoughts