Skærgaardsø [English translation]

Now the boat is going

towards lake Skærgaard,

an island in the ocean

with green beaches.

Here flowers live

for the eyes of no man,

they seem so foreign,

watching me arrive.

My heart becomes like

a garden of tales

with the same flowers

as the island has.

They talk together,

whispering strangely,

they gather like children,

laughing and curtsying.

Perhaps I once was here

at the beginning of time

like eventually finding

white a spiraea.

I know the scent

from the past,

I shiver in the middle of

an old memory.

My eye is being closed,

a distant memory

has put my head

down to my shoulder.

Then the night becomes denser

over the island,

only the ocean is rumbling –

the rumbling of Nirvana.

• Artist:Lumsk
• Album:Det vilde kor