Every day I will think of you ! Longing to see you again, Longing to show that my love is true ... although I love you in wine...

Deiligst av alle gleder er
Gleden for slett ingen ting.
Ikke for noe du kan eller vil,
Gleden for intet og
Gleden for alt,
Gleden fordi du er til !


Gleden for naturen og dens ville ferd.
Gleden for våren og dens sang...
Gleden etter de tunge og mørke dager
hvor solen kommer fram.
Gleden med livet og dens herlighet.

Gamle forlatte kjerrehjul:

Livet forlot en litt etter litt
Det samme som et gammelt kjerrehjul
Som ikke er i bruk lenger
slik er livet ved en viss alder


Dag i høy alder
Som tiden blir merket
Ikke lenger nyttig
Som et gammelt kjerrehjul


Men i en øye
Er hjulet aldri dødt
I dag skjønt foreldet
Men mye av en selv en ga til samfunnet...

My heart is silent as a look
There is a home beyond the hills
My heart is silent as a look
My home is there, beyond the hills


I bear my heart like an old curse
There is no reason for regret
I bear my heart like an old curse
Why should we reason or regret ?


My heart dwells in me like a ghost
Beyond the hills my hope lies dead
My heart dwells in me like a ghost
Beyond my hope the hills lie dead


they took away my heart like weeds
It was not true that I should live
They took away my heart like weeds
I could not think it true to live


Now there are great stains in my heart
They are like blood-stains on a floor
Now there are great stains in my heart
And my heart lies upon the floor...


The room is closed for ever now
My heart is now buried alive
My heart is closed for ever now
The whole room is buried alive...


We filled with madness many a song
And at whatever age we died
Thus many days we lived too long.


We lived in powerless egotism
Our soul tumultuous and disordered
By thought and feeling`s endless schism.

If you want a picture of the future,
imagining a boot stamping on a
human face - for ever.