Plantage - Under Byen

(Danser s stille

I salenes tom

Nikker imod glas)

Udenfor gror plantagen

Stammernes sagte hvisken

Krystallernes kant

Og tiden er sprd

En due med dunkene hjerte

Nr der stanses og lyttes

Til planternes drmme derude

Der lister ind under smmen

Og stoffets knitren mod gulvet

(Dancing s quietly

In the halls empty

Nodding against glass)

Outside, the plantation grows

The soft whisper of the trunks

The edge of the crystals

And time is running out

A dove with a pounding heart

When stopping and listening

To the dreams of the plants out there

There are lists under the smmen

And the crackle of the fabric against the floor