Om Vinteren - Under Byen

Om vinteren

Kusken har sorg i tasken under sdet

Jeg er lidt for sen og forhastet

Om vinteren

I kabinen

Kan man sidde p hynder af stiv brokade

Eller rulle sig sammen p det lille gulv

Om vinteren

Mrket falder p ruder og lber

Dyrene derude hiver efter vejret

Der er en jeg sger

Om vinteren

Og mske har jeg givet op Endnu fr jeg tog afsted

Men mske var jeg lissom drevet

Af for mange svnlse ntter

Af den skre uro der aldrig helt forsvinder

Om vinteren

Helt stille

Prver af holde natten borte

Selvom det for sent

Ville jeg s gerne du skulle vre stolt af mig

Om vinteren

During winters

The driver has grief in his bag under the seat

I'm a little late and in a hurry

During winters

In the cabin

Can one sit on cushions of stiff brocade

Or roll up on the small floor

During winters

The darkness falls on windows and lips

The animals out there are gasping for air

There's one I'm looking for

During winters

And maybe I gave up Even before I left

But maybe I was kind of driven

Of too many sleepy nights

Of the sheer turmoil that never completely disappears

During winters

Completely quiet

Trying to keep the night away

Although too late

I wish you were proud of me

During winters