It is like a single, blissful dream;
you lifted and carried us from everyday life
upward toward the light -
towards God.
And the colors captivating,
rich cargo blending smoothly,
easily past one's gaze,
tries to take the divine power of our soul in its tryllenet.
But through the roaring tones a powerful undercurrent goes:
love - celestial ladder from earth, whose top when no mortal.
It has no top: it has no feet,
but the stems and ends in the Lysvæld,
where life itself is rooted in perfect harmony.
This involves the loving hearts out,
unites them soft and mild, while the notes shower them -
then lowers the curtain on stilt.
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