[bad word]  [bad word] Johan Olsen//
Time keeps painting my darling
Ripped all the flowers in the garden
Oh [bad word] home, you angels bring her home

Michael Poulsen//
Imens står solen over højen
Han mindes den sommer hvor hun strålede
Forsvandt I haven grøn, og træernes sang hun fandt

Johan Olsen//
Time keeps painting my darling
And the garden keeps on singing the old song
Oh baby still I am waiting in the light
Hoping the angels would carry you home

Michael Poulsen//
Den sang tog mørket I sin pote
Den bar hans kvinde I dens kolde favn
Og lagde hende for hans dør I silkekjole

Johan Olsen//
Hoping the angels would carry her home
Leaving it all with my only friend
Her beauty was lifeless on the stair
Oh baby I´ll carry you away into the garden´s tale
But everything (had) died and turned to stones
I laid her down under the old oak
Seeing it all blossom forever more
Time keeps on painting my darling
And the garden keeps on singing the old song
Oh baby now I know you´re in the light
Painting it all with your colorful songs

Michael Poulsen//
Imens står solen over højen
Hans skygge kastes ud I haven grøn
Forsvandt for evigt og uden en note

Johan Olsen//
Hoping the angels will carry will carry her home

Time keeps painting my darling
Ripped all the flowers in the garden
Oh baby you´re home, you angels where are you.

с датского(Michael Poulsen)

In the mean while the sun stands above the hill
He recalls the summer she shone
Vanished in the green garden, and she found the song of the trees

That song the darkness took in its paw
It carried his woman in its cold embrace
And laid her at his door in a silken dress

In the mean while the sun stands above the hill
His shadow stretches out into the green garden
Vanished forever and without a note