Two Hearts

There is a place to the south of Tønder Where I once taught myself to run Beneath the sound of North Frisia Silent winter rising sun Two hearts are not the same - A fireman and the flame We all are different side by side We all are different We all are different There's a place south of Tønder Where my face is a mask We hear the sound of North Frisia There´s no need for you to ask Two hearts are not the same - A fireman and the flame We all are different in our minds We all are different We all are different But this mask is our face and the air that we breathe is the same Two hearts are not the same A fireman says to the flame: “Two hearts are different Two hearts are different Two hearts are different But we both love this place and the air that we breathe is the same” The air that we breathe...