Hosted by Pétur Söebech Quinn · EN

Sun of summertime — shine on me, Light the world so I can see. Sun of summertime — warm and free, Bring the love back endlessly.

Be smart, be lovely — don’t hide your light, Be smart, be lovely — through darkest night. Be smart, be lovely — the world will see, The glow of your mind, your melody.

And every wave carries something true, A quiet reminder of me and you. The smallest things, the softest shows, Life begins again with few little toes.

America — I call you now, Through the thunder, through the vow. America — I call you now, Let your spirit show me how. America — I call you now, Through the silence, through the sound. America — I call you now, Till the lost are finally found.

Gone footsteps — lost in the rhythm, Gone footsteps — calling me home. Gone footsteps — under the starlight, Gone footsteps — I walk alone.

Red glow… shining through the silence, Red glow… lifting every fear. Red glow… calling from the distance, Saying I am here, I am here. Red glow… rising like a sunrise, Red glow… soft as falling snow. Red glow… deep inside the darkness, Where only dreamers go.

Envy, you circle like a serpent in the dark, Trying to steal the colors from my spark. But I rise, I rise, I rise again— With melodies that break your chain. Envy, you cannot take my name.

Oh, the forest of love, where the heart can heal, Where the quiet speaks truths we can finally feel. Where the path winds on through the moss and stone, And the soul finds a place it can call its own. In the forest of love, I am never lost — Every tear turns warm, every fear turns soft. And the world grows kind in the branches above, In the deep, deep green of the forest of love.

Oh, the wind is dancing slowly, turning dreams to silver flame, every breath a quiet story, every heartbeat knows its name. Through the dark the light is flowing, through the sky the echoes bend, and I move where night is knowing — in the dance that never ends.

There’s a warmth that calls my name, There’s a glow that feels the same, Every moment turning bright, In June summer light. There’s a truth the morning brings, Soft as wings on gentle wind — I can finally see my life In June summer light.