Er ikke aldri bedre enn sent ?

Nos es mejor nunca que tarde ?

 Is not never better than late?

I ask the passing wind for news
Of how my people fare
But wind keeps silence on the truth
And speaks of no despair.

I ask the rivers on which dreams
Are carried down the flood
But there's no calm in that rough stream
Just sorrow and bad blood...

They carry dreams but leave behind
Nothing of home but tears.
Oh rivers, what comfort will you find ?
When no one ever hears.