Jeg drømte om fuglen, hvis æg var af guld Og vågned' og så at skallen var hul Nu tænker jeg på Hvordan det vil gå Om ægget forsvinder som fuglen forsvandt Om drømmens glimmer mon aldrig bli'r sandt

I dreamed of the bird whose egg was of gold And woke and saw that the shell was hollow Now I'm wondering How it will be If the egg disappears as the bird disappeared If the tinsel of dreams will ever come true