Текст песни: The Copenhagen Cavern + перевод

We’d been walking so far,

Where the houses lean together,

On cobblestones not made for my high heels.

As we drifted along,

Slowed down by the weather,

No need to talk

About the way that summer feels.

We went into a doorway

To a run-down bar beneath the ground,

To a place that the sun has never been.

Coming in from the day

To the darkness and the shadows,

The feeble lights could not dispel the gloom.

Slowly making our way,

We found an empty table.

The winter seemed to live inside this room.

This Copenhagen cavern:

A run-down bar beneath the ground,

A place that the sun has never seen.

Like a frail figurine,

She walked between the tables

With a vacant look and thinly braided hair.

She was all of sixteen,

Straight from a Dickens fable,

She was pleading for some money

For her fare.

The Copenhagen waiter

Wanted her back on the street,

But some impulse

Made us offer her a chair.

As I started to speak

I sensed a strong emotion.

She said I am from northern Norway, too,

She had come for a week,

A journey with her school friends

But a year had passed her by

Before she knew.

She said: I come from Senja,

A village on the outer coast,

But the climate here

Affected me much more.

Walking into the lane,

Looking back in through the window,

The light of day now seemed a little strange.

Would she leave for the train,

Would she stay another winter?

She moved betweeen the tables

Begging chance.

We’d been walking so far

Through cobblestone back alleys

No need to talk about

The way that summer feels.

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