You speak of hygge, but without l v (love), hygge is ugyldig (null and void). the 2 of you, so golden, so warm inside, you’ve turned me green with misundelse (envy). And so I rain upon you sad tears from the hole in my soul, in hopes that l v will grow weary of my mistreatment of you and send my soul its salvation in the form of a for evigt elsker (forever love) to call my own.