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The sun is so red, Mom, Solen er så rød, mor, and the forest becomes so black. og skoven blir så sort. Now the sun is dead, mother, Nu er solen død, mor, and the day passed. og dagen gået bort. The fox goes out there, Mom, Ræven går derude, mor, we lock our gaze. vi låser vores gang. Come, sit down at my pillow, Mom, Kom, sæt dig ved min pude, mor, and sing a little song! og syng en lille sang! Heaven is so big, Mom, Himlen er så stor, mor, with clear stars on. med klare stjerner på. Who monstro living there, mother, Hvem monstro der bor, mor, on the star in the blue? på stjernen i det blå? Do you think there are boys, mother, Tror du, der er drenge, mor, who looks down at me? der kikker ned til mig? And do you think they have beds, mom, Og tror du, de har senge, mor, and sleeping like me? og sover ligesom jeg? Why is it night, mother, Hvorfor blir det nat, mor, and cold and bitter wind? og kold og bitter vind? Hear the little cat, mom, Hør den lille kat, mor, bellowing and going in! mjaver og vil ind! The seagulls and terns have no place to live. Mågerne og ternerne har ingen sted at bo. Oh, listen, now the stars are singing Å, hør, nu synger stjernerne they sing me to rest! de synger mig til ro!

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​@@goofygoober9557 - The above translation is very literal, word by word. I've tried to offer the meaning of the song in the translation below, it's very beautiful and symbolic. Hope it comes across. I've also tried to match the lyrics somewhat to the flow of the song, although obviously difficult in a different langauge. :) / The Sun is so red, mom And the forest is going dark Now the Sun is dead, mom And the day is laid to rest The fox wanders out there, mom We'll lock our hallway door Come, sit here by my pillow, mom And sing a little song / The sky is so big, mom With bright stars there upon Who, I wonder, lives there On the star up in the sky Do you think that there are boys, mom Who are looking down at me? And do you think they have beds, mom And sleep in them like me? / Why do we have nights, mom with cold and bitter winds? Hear, the little cat, mom It bellows and wants in The seagulls and the terns They have no place to live But hear, the stars are singing now, Singing me to sleep