Paroles et traduction Lars H.U.G. - Rose

Rose

Klokkens toner strejfer mig.
En sælsom rejse ender her.
Du var så træt, da du tog på vej.
Her er vist ingen jubelsang.
Dine fortids fjender står på tæer, for at flå dig sidste gang.
Rose står og ser på.
Vi reder din seng.
Dit vinterhi.
Men Rose siger ikke et ord, hun har så travlt - for hun er fri.
Sorte præst har frelst din sjæl.
Han forsager ondt med hellig skrift.
"Du stod i pagt med Satan selv!"
Men skal jeg krybe for min tro?
Skal jeg dræbe al kønslig drift.
Myrde andre for selv at gro?
Rose står og ser på.
Vi reder din seng.
Dit vinterhi.
Men Rose siger ikke et ord, hun har så travlt - for hun er fri.
Vores aftensol går ned.
Endnu et forår er løbet væk.
Står tilbage her et sted.
Ingen smerte varer ved.
Du gik igennem mere end nok på din vej til kærlighed.
Rose står og ser på.
Vi reder din seng. Dit vinterhi.
Men Rose siger ikke et ord, hun har så travlt - for hun er fri

Rose

The bells' tones brush me.
A strange journey ends here.
You were so tired when you started on your way.
There is no song of jubilation here.
Your past enemies stand on their toes and tear you apart for the last time.
Rose stands and watches.
We make your bed.
Your winter den.
But Rose says not a word, she is so busy - because she is free.
The black priest has saved your soul.
He forsakes evil with holy scripture.
"You made a pact with Satan himself!"
But should I grovel for my faith?
Should I kill all sexual desire?
Murder others so that I myself might grow?
Rose stands and watches.
We make your bed.
Your winter den.
But Rose says not a word, she is so busy - because she is free.
Our evening sun goes down.
Another spring has run away.
Lies here in one place.
No pain lasts for ever.
You have been through more than enough on your way to love.
Rose stands and watches.
We make your bed. Your winter den.
But Rose says not a word, she is so busy - because she is free