Savage Rose – På stengrund (R. Nilsen, J.A. Corell); Ild og Frihed, 1989.
Compressed translation:
The young birchs in the big city
Whisper with the light leaves
Just like they were breathing the spring air of the big forests
Not chimney smoke nor street dusk
But they will never be like the big trees
Whispering in the open
That’s how it works when you grow up on stone ground
With just a dream of forest and mountain ridge
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