Sand

Hvorfor formørket du mitt mørke;
 Hvorfor Mørkner det i meg?

 As I shalt write
 Your name in the sand
 My own land
 Will fade too late
 And where do I then hide

 The sand was meant
 For nothing
 The moonlight meant
 For all
 But resentful too
 Giving my betrayal to you

 The sand was made
 OF mountains
 The clouds belonged
 To the sky
 And grateful too
 Having received wisdom
 From you