Family

Is there a place Where I can pay respects For the death of my family? Show some respect Between the three of us There is the mother and the child Then there is the father and the child But no man and a woman No triangle of love So where do I go to make an offering? I fall on my knees Lay my flowers (burn the incense) Light the candles So where do I go to make an offering To mourn our miraculous triangle? Father, mother, child Father, mother, child How will I sing us out of this sorrow? Build a safe bridge for the child out of this danger I raise a monument of love There is a swarm of sound Around our heads And we can hear it And we can get healed by it It will relieve from the pain It will make us a part of This universe of solutions This place of solutions This location of solutions --- Family - Björk