Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller dratt ? ... Donde esta el nino que fui, sigue adentro de mi o se fue ?

I don't sing of night, 
since in my song the sun
I sing of will end in night.
I'm aware of all I forget.
I sing to forget it.
Could I only stop,
even if in a dream,
the course of  YOU and know myself,
even if mad,
as the twin of an imperishable hour !