La Casa Di Hilde

My father's shadow twice my size,
he walked while I ran,
on the path of pine needles,
the mountain was green.
Beyond that mountain, the border,
beyond the border, who knows,
beyond that mountain, Hilde's house.
I remember being scared,
when we knocked on the door,
but she smiled and told us to come in,
she was dressed in white.
We sat down to listen to the sunset,
Hilde played the harp in the dark.
And in the night my father slept,
but I watched the moon,
from the window I could touch it,
it wasn't higher than me.
And the sky seemed bigger
and I already felt like a man.
When the snow fell to cover Hilde's house.
The customs officer had a rifle
when he came to wake us up,
he told my father to raise his hands
and searched his pockets.
But he found nothing at all,
just a keepsake photo.
Hilde played the harp in the dark.
The customs officer shook our hands
and left feeling down,
and then Hilde opened her harp
and pulled out the diamonds.
And together we drank some wine
but I only had half a glass.
When dawn came, we left Hilde's house.
Beyond the border, with much pain,
I found no different flowers,
but on the road we met a goat
that was curious about us.
My father got closer to her
and she let herself be caught,
so we tied her to a rope and she came with us.