The Copenhagen Cavern
Kari Bremnes Lyrics

We'd been walking so far,
We had walked a long distance

Where the houses lean together,
The houses were close together

On cobblestones not made for my high heels.
The streets were not suitable for high heeled shoes

As we drifted along,
As we moved aimlessly

Slowed down by the weather,
Our pace was affected by the climate

No need to talk
There was no need for conversation

About the way that summer feels.
To describe the feeling of summer was unnecessary

We went into a doorway
We entered through a door

To a run-down bar beneath the ground,
The bar was located below the ground and in poor condition

To a place that the sun has never been.
The bar was so far down that sunlight never reached it

Coming in from the day
Entering from outside during daytime

To the darkness and the shadows,
To an area with no light

The feeble lights could not dispel the gloom.
The dim lighting wasn't enough to brighten the dark atmosphere

Slowly making our way,
We moved slowly and cautiously

We found an empty table.
We discovered a vacant table

The winter seemed to live inside this room.
The atmosphere was cold and depressing, as if it was winter indoors

This Copenhagen cavern:
The dark bar we found in Copenhagen

A run-down bar beneath the ground,
The bar was located below the ground and in poor condition

A place that the sun has never seen.
The bar was so deep that sunlight never reached it

Like a frail figurine,
She looked delicate and fragile

She walked between the tables
She moved through the tables

With a vacant look and thinly braided hair.
Her hair was thin and she appeared uninterested

She was all of sixteen,
She was only sixteen years old

Straight from a Dickens fable,
She looked like a character from a Charles Dickens story

She was pleading for some money
She was asking for money

For her fare.
To pay for her transportation

The Copenhagen waiter
The waiter working in the Copenhagen bar

Wanted her back on the street,
The waiter wanted her to leave the bar

But some impulse
But a sudden desire

Made us offer her a chair.
We offered her a seat

As I started to speak
When I began talking

I sensed a strong emotion.
I felt a powerful feeling

She said I am from northern Norway, too,
She revealed that she also came from Northern Norway

She had come for a week,
She had initially planned to stay for seven days only

A journey with her school friends
She went on a trip with her classmates

But a year had passed her by
But she ended up staying for a year

Before she knew.
Without realizing how long it had been

She said: I come from Senja,
She stated that she was from Senja

A village on the outer coast,
A village located on the edge of the coastline

But the climate here
But the weather in Copenhagen

Affected me much more.
Had a greater impact on her life

Walking into the lane,
Walking on the street

Looking back in through the window,
Looking back at the bar through a window

The light of day now seemed a little strange.
Daylight looked unusual after being inside the dark bar

Would she leave for the train,
Whether she would take the train to leave

Would she stay another winter?
Whether she would stay for another winter

She moved between the tables
She walked among the tables

Begging chance.
Requesting an opportunity