нет, который другой родной, который английский....) он же не совсем датчанин, вроде как.....
читайте, только сильно не бейте, написано ночью, часа в два...:
The eyes, color of an ocean, a bluebell and sky,
Fulfilled with kindness, honor and strength,
Maybe an eagle could there fly,
Maybe its’ flight could be longer in length.
What is your secret, your soul and your heart?
You keep inside something warm like the Sun.
From your creations a road maybe starts,
One of the roads, which were built just to run.
Now days have passed from the time of your youth,
Now you have more things to do and to worry.
But you saw so much; you know all the truth;
My words are stupid, I know, and I’m sorry.
You know all this, it is not new for you,
But, if you may, let me say it once more.
Maybe it’s strange, but I can feel you,
From other world, from across distant shore.
Please, don’t laugh. Oh, no, laugh, if you want.
I will be happy to see your calm smile.
Maybe the wind will deliver my words –
He doesn’t know, what is time, what are miles…
извините, если кому-то этим причинила неудобства....
