Nattevandring Chanson / Wandering in the Night

One sees a moon beaming like a fancy cake -
A little man walking as in dreams
On bright cobblestones, among little wry houses.
His thoughts are so pretty and so tender Alas, if one was but a girl who could cook
And lie on a divan with a novel
And wear a silk dress and coloured underwear
And sigh deeply and sing the soprano O yes - and play the gentleman - and kiss pretty girls
And make the beautiful eyes swim
And watch them undress - and shift in the bed
- but things like that one only does in dreams. One sees a little gentleman walk funnily down the street
And long for al life in love and happiness
And wander along the road towards great fields of stars
And fade away with his hat and moonlight shadow.