So gray was no spring before
Like spring this year
It is as if the light itself is bleeding
From secret wounds< br/>The sun is shining, but in the winter wind
It is cold too
A liquid white spot of soul frost
Has marked land and men
It is freezing over forest and moor
Grey lies land and sea
It is as with every day that dawns
The dead rose from the grave
Yes, it is the spring from last year
As ghosts, go again
Pale, bloody and murderous
Yes, it's that one again
They meet us so bitterly familiar
The spring pale features
They stare at us without looking away
A new and bitter day remains
Evening darkens, dawn turns green
So pale and without a smile
It's like every day anew
The ninth of April
A spring that no summer got
Should go freely again
Like a ghost behind words and looks
To all Norwegian men
But this pale ghost spring
Stands burning in the bud
With scar after scar, with wound after wound
As daily spring up
Hold on, hold on, age gets tired
Leave behind every bud a scar
Our future roars summer heat
From the sacrificial vessel of the heart
To the day come, the hour strikes
Is every day a lazy rest,
Every day you cowardly and discouraged go,
A ninth of April

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