Lake Of Memory

<br>>From the radio a voice<br>Still it cuts right through the noise<br>A song is sung that`s deeper than our hearts<br>The echo of an echo leads<br>To heavy perfumes that indeed<br>Bear the colour of the first sob<br>(Og storebroren tala til lillebroren sin)<br>I drink the water<br>The flowing water<br>>From the lake of memory