Det ligger en dysterblå ters over jorda, Tung som himmelen, Evig og utstrakt, Holder den kalde jorden nedlatende i sine hender Og hvisker i gule lønneblader Som lytter i spenning rundt gatelampa, Rives med av latterens vind For så å risle i mørket sammen med andre ensomme blader Med tersen ...

I roam around a castle Trying to get in. Its moats stay dry and empty, Inside its halls are clean. Its towers are of marble, Gates - of purest gold - They always stay wide open Although outside it's cold. I really need to enter Through its open gates, And ...

I roam around a castle Trying to get in. Its moats stay dry and empty, Inside its halls are clean. Its towers are of marble, Gates - of purest gold - They always stay wide open Although outside it's cold. I really need to enter Through its open gates, And ...