Everyday

One place I'd like to run away,

The place I think of every day.

The steep terrains, the islands and the falls

The sky, the mountains and the gorge

The bright, illuminating lights,

During the nocturnal nights,

Like bangs of fireworks

And a carnival of radiance

With the northern lights going down,

Comes the rise of the midnight dawn.

The restless rustling leaves 'neath the sky,

Illumined by the midnight sun looming high!

The place I'd like to run away,

The place I think of every day.

That is none other than 

THE SPECTACULAR NORWAY