english translation of the text (by Cheryl Peters Buxamusa):

a faded white

The austere gray of winter light
The snow clouds, silent in the sky
The barren field
Lies unconcealed
A faded white.

Your sheets hang frozen on the line
But some have seen a better day
And some are frayed
The cloth decayed
A faded white, a faded white.

(Orchestral interlude)

No shade so colorless
No scent so odorless
No heart as hopeless as this.
A faded white.

(Humming interlude)

They say that Time will heal all wounds
A baby tooth begets another
Tooth Fairy tales
But pain prevails
When youre the mother.

No shade so colorless
No scent so odorless
No heart as hopeless as this.
A faded white.

(Orchestral Bridge/Change of Key)

But there will dawn another day
And other children will come to play
New joy within 
Youll smile again
The heart so broken will be healed

The heart so broken
Will be healed. 

http://www.contemporist.com/2010/03/17/the-nest-chair-by-nina-bruun/