Når jeg hører din stemme/ when I hear your voice
When I hear your voice
I know you
By its tremble I sense
You feel like me
There is a happiness for the sorrow
Which quivers in mine
It is the very same pain
Which trickles under yours
There is sorrow for a happiness
Which lurks in mine
It is the very same humming
Which trembles in mine
When I hear your voice
I know you
By its tremble I sense
You feel like me
It is life who tunes
The violin of your voice
It has also touched
The string of mine