A keresés eredménye

Fluff of snow

Crystals of ice
Ahead on the asphalt flash
Through the frosty fog
A star beckons
 
Biting breath
Freezing and on fire
I think of the time
That silently slips away
 
I am a fluff of snow
Between galaxies
I soar and fall
And ? and flutter
But I land and defrost
In your hands
 
Because you are my light
The hottest that burns
You are my light
The strongest I know
 
Because you are my light
The hottest that burns
You are my light
The strongest I know
 
Person on the road
With eyes on their feet
In hasty chase
Following the way
 
Here everything feels so cold
And everything is for sale
Now I yearn for home with you
You are my salt
I am a fluff of snow
Between galaxies
I soar and fall
And ? and flutter
But I land and defrost
In your hands
 
Because you are my light
The hottest that burns
You are my light
The strongest I know
 
Because you are my light
The hottest that burns
You are my light
The strongest I know
 

Black Night

You land that lifts your head steep!
From the icy sea with your white hat!
With high mountains, where waterfalls fall!
Where waterfalls fall!
 
And drowns off cliffs!
And swells glaciers!
With sea that stormy sings of shores!
That is my beautiful motherland!
 
A long time ago an Autumn day so clear and cold
When keelboats were crushed in the waves roar
For the stout sons of the night, the stars led the way
And their fate layed hidden in the winds whistling
 
His hair is gray, and his mind likewise
His eyes only reflect sword
For many years has he traveled on the ocean
Which eventually is going to be his own grave
 
Black night!
Far from fjord!
Ice-cold!
Wind from north!
 
Black night!
Far from fjord!
Ice-cold!
 
From Skiringssal in Viken and
Towards Vesterled the journey went
With the sail hoisted and oars cadenced in water
A long time ago, an Autumn day so clear and cold
Men, shaped by the conditions of the times!
 
His hair is gray, and his mind likewise
His eyes only reflect sword
For many years has he traveled on the ocean
Which eventually is going to be his own grave
 
Black night!
Far from fjord!
Ice-cold!
Wind from north!
 
Black night!
Far from fjord!
Ice-cold!
 

The Norwegian

Between hills and mountains out near the ocean
The Norwegian has found his home
Where he himself has dug the foundations
So he could put his houses upon them
 
He gazed out over the stony shores
No one had built there before
'Let us clear ground, and build ourselves hamlets
And then we will own the clearing for sure'
 
He looked out at the rugged ocean
It was risky to embark
But there were playful fish down in the depths
And that was a sight he wanted to see
 
During winter sometimes he thought
'If only i were in a warmer land !'
But when the spring-sun shimmered in the hills
He felt a longing for the shores at home
 
And when the hillsides grow green like gardens
When there are flowers on every straw
And when nights are as bright as days
This is the most beautiful place he ever saw
 
Between hills and mountains out near the ocean
The Norwegian has found his home
Where he himself has dug the foundations
So he could put his houses upon them