The sand was made of mountains
Hvorfor formNrket du mitt mNrke;
Hvorfor Mnrkner det I meg?
As I shalt write
Your name in the sand
My own land
Will fade too late
And where do I then hide
The sand was meant
For nothing
The moonlight meant
For all
But resentful too
Giving my betrayal to you
The sand was made
OF mountains
The clouds belonged
To the sky
And grateful too
Having received wisdom
From you
Drops of rain covered me
And I finally become wet
Tears are dripping from me now
Down to the father of men
And you; my fellow angel;
Can inhale the spirits of no
Age and origin