On winter streets
you stand out like a flame,
cut from your home
with faraway name
walking like someone asleep.
Here on my street
you pass with guarded eyes -
how can I learn
the story that lies
deep in the song of your life?
Songs of right and wrong
songs of weak and strong.
raise your voice and sing me
your journey´s song.
Far from its home
your language has no friend -
sit by my side
and we will pretend
no one is deaf to your song.
Songs of endless roads
songs of tireing loads.
Raise your voice and sing me
your journey´s song.
How can I learn
the story that lies
deep in the song of your life?
- Christine Guldbrandsen
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