Christine Guldbrandsen

Quis dabit mihi
pinnas columbae
ut requiescam
ut procul abeam
et commorer
in deserto semper

You saw how I closed
my eyes to tears
and closed my heart to love;
you opened wide my prison
released me.

You are the gentle air
that holds me up,
a dove set free,
I play in your love.

You are the wind that
blows me free of care,
a dove set free
I play in your love.

(english translation)
[If I had
the wings of a dove
I would be at peace
and always stay
far away
in the wilderness]