.: Do not postpone a kindly deed !

.: Do not postpone a kindly deed !: It's spring, it's spring, there's no mistake: The night's been cold, with stars agleam. But now, when day begins to break, The merest p...

.: De la rosa - - - The rose.

.: De la rosa - - - The rose.: La rosa                                                           The rose no buscaba la aurora:                                    was no...

.: Skal vi avlegge en visitt på ideenes torg og sikre...

.: Skal vi avlegge en visitt på ideenes torg og sikre...: Regjeringen har begynt det store salget; For en billig penge kan en få kjøpt prima sannheter og solmodne overbevisninger... Eller ska...

.: En mi cola, dijo el sol. En mi garganta, dijo la l...

.: En mi cola, dijo el sol. En mi garganta, dijo la l...: In my tail, said the sun In my throat, said the moon. through the laurel's branches I saw two naked doves. The one was the other and both ...

.: To a Sparrow...

.: To a Sparrow...: Look, here's another bread-crumb for your piping, And a piece of apple as a sweetener. It gladdens me to hear your steady pecking; It's ...

.: Simbolo...

.: Simbolo...: Cristo tenia un espejo en cada mano. Multiplicaba su propio espectro. Proyectaba su corazón en las miradas negras. ;Creo !

.: I don't know what Nature is: I sing it, but, I can...

.: I don't know what Nature is: I sing it, but, I can...: From the highest window of the house With a white handkerchief I bid good-bye To my poems going off to humanity. And I'm neither hap...

I don't know what Nature is: I sing it, but, I can't sing. I live on a hilltop in a solitary whitewashed cabin. And that's my definition.

From the highest window of the house
With a white handkerchief I bid good-bye
To my poems going off to humanity.

And I'm neither happy nor sad.
That's the destiny---
I wrote them and must show them
Because I cannot do otherwise,
As the flower can't hide its colour,
Or the river hide its flowing,
Or the tree its fruit-giving.
I can't hide my poems.

.: En stirrer seg blind på meninger og ser ikke menne...

.: En stirrer seg blind på meninger og ser ikke menne...: Alle menneskers rettigheter  blir redusert når ett menneskes rettigheter er truet !

En stirrer seg blind på meninger og ser ikke menneskene... Menneskene er alltid på vei gjennom sine meninger...

Alle menneskers rettigheter 
blir redusert når ett menneskes
rettigheter er truet !

.: Hey, What a life that was, what a life, ho! ho! - ...

.: Hey, What a life that was, what a life, ho! ho! - ...: Crushed keels, sunk ships, blood on the waters, Decks floating in gore, chunks of corpses ! Fingers lopped off on the gunwales ! Her...

.: Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist...

.: Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist...: Die Welt des Glucklichen ist eine andres als die des Unglucklichen... Was sich uberhaupt sagen lasset. lasst sich klar sagen; und w...

.: The winds come to me from the fields of sleep...

.: The winds come to me from the fields of sleep...: The dream... And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath; A traveler betwixt li...

.: Wo die Libe herrscht, da gibt es keinen Machtwille...

.: Wo die Libe herrscht, da gibt es keinen Machtwille...: Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other...

.: Hey, What a life that was, what a life, ho! ho! - ...

.: Hey, What a life that was, what a life, ho! ho! - ...: Crushed keels, sunk ships, blood on the waters, Decks floating in gore, chunks of corpses ! Fingers lopped off on the gunwales ! Her...

Hey, What a life that was, what a life, ho! ho! - Ha-ha! ho-ho! ha-ha! Hey there, hey there, that's it !

Crushed keels, sunk ships, blood on the waters,
Decks floating in gore, chunks of corpses !
Fingers lopped off on the gunwales !
Here and there, the heads of infants !
People with eyes gouged out screaming and howling !
Hey, that's it, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, that's it, hey, hey, hey!
I curl up in all this as in a cape against the cold !
I rub up against all this like a cat in heat against the wall !
I roar through it all like a hungry lion !
I rush through it all like a mad bull !
I sink my nails, I tear my claws, I bloody my teeth
through it all !
Hey, that's it, ho-ho, that's it !

.: Ulike strenger har den beste klangen...

.: Ulike strenger har den beste klangen...: Alt har sin faste tid. Alt som skjer under himmelen har sin tid: En tid til å føde, en til å dø ; En tid til å plante, en til å rykk...

Ulike strenger har den beste klangen...

Alt har sin faste tid.
Alt som skjer under himmelen har sin tid:
En tid til å føde, en til å dø ;
En tid til å plante, en til å rykke opp;
En tid til å rive, en til å bygge opp...

.: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...

.: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...: Eine aktive Linie, die sich frei ergeht, ein Spaziergang um seiner selbst willen, ohne Ziel. Das agens ist ein Punkt, der sich versch...

.: Jeg drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår...

.: Jeg drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår...: Det jeg skrev var romantisk tvang. For de jeg vil fanges i et dødens  skinn av et ord ! Oppleve klangen av en kjensle som engang var. ...

.: Fattigmanstrøst er å trøste seg selv, Du har hørt,...

.: Fattigmanstrøst er å trøste seg selv, Du har hørt,...

.: Morgengry; glødende stiger en sol gjennom havets b...

.: Morgengry; glødende stiger en sol gjennom havets b...: Kunsten er blomstene på kunnskapens tre.

.: There was an 'Old Man' with a beard, who said, 'It...

.: There was an 'Old Man' with a beard, who said, 'It...: I have mislaid the key. I sniff the spray And think of nothing; I see and I hear nothing; Yet seem, too, to be listening, Lying in wai...

.: Hvem gynger i natt på det voldsomme hav - Skipbrud...

.: Hvem gynger i natt på det voldsomme hav - Skipbrud...: O' Døve loser! blinde skippere ! Levende brødre ved mast og ror Jeg kaller på dere med vann i munn...

.: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...

.: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...: Eine aktive Linie, die sich frei ergeht, ein Spaziergang um seiner selbst willen, ohne Ziel. Das agens ist ein Punkt, der sich versch...

.: You gazed into the eye of the sun for a second and...

.: You gazed into the eye of the sun for a second and...: And so sorriest for people, I scorched-earth my own Eden. The man who spreads the muck... And plants a mess - oh, Wish him luck !

.: 'Only one person lives within my body.' 'Where is ...

.: 'Only one person lives within my body.' 'Where is ...: Come in, friend, if I may be so bold, and make yourself at home. I'll gladly do so, friend, but I hope... you won't find me a burden...

.: You, who gave colour to the dawn. Magic to the twi...

.: You, who gave colour to the dawn. Magic to the twi...: You, who gave music to the brook, Its lullaby to the grove, You, who made sharp the wind's attack, Put the lark's notes high above, ...

.: I'm me, and what the hell can I do about it ! ...

.: I'm me, and what the hell can I do about it ! ...: I who am, in the end, a continual dialogue, a loud incomprehensible voice from the tower in the depths of night. When the untouched...

I'm me, and what the hell can I do about it ! ...

I who am, in the end,
a continual dialogue,
a loud incomprehensible voice
from the tower in the depths of
night.
When the untouched bells sound 
indistinctly.
With the pain of knowing there's
life to live tomorrow...

It will always be better tomorrow...
For sure.

.: Det er ikke kjærligheten som er blind. Men det er ...

.: Det er ikke kjærligheten som er blind. Men det er ...: Nå er høsten her og høsten er en liten mann med mange armer, gule, brune  og grå. Han kommer ut av skogen og fanger alle med sine m...

Det er ikke kjærligheten som er blind. Men det er misunnelsen...

Nå er høsten her
og høsten er en liten mann
med mange armer, gule, brune 
og grå.
Han kommer ut av skogen og
fanger alle med sine mange armer.
Tar med seg fuglene, blomstene og
så maler han himmelen grå og mørk.
Lager triste søledammer i veiene, det
er høsten det...

.: No going back: I say no going back. What could be ...

.: No going back: I say no going back. What could be ...: And the night fled: Yes, the frown of night fled From its brow, and he stood tall, Yes, stood like a king of the world...

.: Simbolo...

.: Simbolo...: Cristo tenia un espejo en cada mano. Multiplicaba su propio espectro. Proyectaba su corazón en las miradas negras. ;Creo !

.: Et lys brenner like godt om en tenner et annet med...

.: Et lys brenner like godt om en tenner et annet med...: Vi er ikke av dem som riper av en fyrstikk for bedre å se fyrverkeriet. Vi ønsker ikke havet tomt for å finne bølgenes opphav. Vi...

.: I want to take off with you, I want to go away wit...

.: I want to take off with you, I want to go away wit...: Entryway to everything ! Bridge to everything ! Highway to everything ! Your omnivorous soul; Your soul that's bird, fish, beast, m...

I want to take off with you, I want to go away with you, With all of you at once; To every place you went !

Entryway to everything !
Bridge to everything !
Highway to everything !
Your omnivorous soul;
Your soul that's bird, fish, beast, man, woman,
Your soul that's two where two exist,
Your soul that's one becoming two when two are one,
Your soul that's arrow, lighting, space...

.: de AMOR --- Cancioncilla del primer deseo

.: de AMOR --- Cancioncilla del primer deseo: En la manana verde, quería ser corazón.   Corazón. Y en la tarde madura quería ser ruiseñor. Ruiseñor. (Alma, ponte color naran...

.: I'm nothing. I'll always be nothing. I can't even ...

.: I'm nothing. I'll always be nothing. I can't even ...: I come from around Moss. I'm going this week to Lisbon. I'm not bringing anything and won't find a thing. Except for my dreams... I...

I'm nothing. I'll always be nothing. I can't even wish to be something. Aside from that, I've got all the world's dreams inside me...

I come from around Moss.
I'm going this week to Lisbon.
I'm not bringing anything and won't find a thing.
Except for my dreams...
I feel the exhaustion I anticipate from what I won't find.
And my yearning comes not from the past or the future.
I was, like the grasses, and never uprooted...

On the road to Cascais,
near midnight,
at the wheel in the moonlight.
On the road to Cascais,
tiered of my own fantasies,
On the road to Cascais, 
each moment closer too...
On the road to Cascais,
each moment farther away 
from my-selves...

.: Den som er virkelig sløv... viser bare tenner når ...

.: Den som er virkelig sløv... viser bare tenner når ...: Dagen i dag kommer med mange gaver både de som en vil ha og ikke vil...

Den som er virkelig sløv... viser bare tenner når han gjesper...

Dagen i dag
kommer med mange gaver
både de som en vil ha og ikke vil...

.: If I could only put up with myself and the selves ...

.: If I could only put up with myself and the selves ...: I love and animate everything, give humanity to everything, To men and stones, souls and machines, Enlarging my own personality  by...

If I could only put up with myself and the selves inside me.

I love and animate everything,
give humanity to everything,
To men and stones,
souls and machines,
Enlarging my own personality 
by doing so.

I belong to everything so as always
to belong a bit more to myself,
And my ambition would be to carry
the universe in my arms;
Like a child being kissed by its nurse.

.: La oss spørre oss fram isteden for å svare oss bor...

.: La oss spørre oss fram isteden for å svare oss bor...: Inspirasjon kommer med arbeide, Den som løfter blir også løfta.

La oss spørre oss fram isteden for å svare oss bort...

Inspirasjon kommer med arbeide,
Den som løfter blir også løfta.

.: Tanker en morgen -- Thoughts in a morning !!!!

.: Tanker en morgen -- Thoughts in a morning !!!!: For vel kan skjebnen slå en man i kne, Men ydmyk bøier seg og ta til takke? Jeg reiser heller stiv og stridig nakke og tar en visestump...

.: Remember that the more connected you feel to other...

.: Remember that the more connected you feel to other...: Martorps fallet. What d`you hold holy? Where is your Base? Who is your model? Me Again? My hunting-gun idle Till autumn arrives,...

.: Mannen blir ofte lei av kjærligheten. Kvinner blir...

.: Mannen blir ofte lei av kjærligheten. Kvinner blir...: Kilden Skogen viker nedpver Til fjellbekkens rytme... Vil du finne kilden? Må du gå oppover mot strømmen Treng deg fram, søk og gi ikk...

.: Unge menn vil være trofaste, men er det ikke; Gaml...

.: Unge menn vil være trofaste, men er det ikke; Gaml...: Lett som lys må vi være, Og kalle som brenningenes skum, For bølgene vil ikke høre... Ha en god dag !

.: Åretak, stemmer, mennesker. En båt, en pike med so...

.: Åretak, stemmer, mennesker. En båt, en pike med so...: Den grenseløse sommer: Stjernene brenner, livet har rammet meg med "galskap". Den bunnløse elskov har rammet  meg med galskap, å for e...

.: Nor seems it strange indeed to hold the happy cree...

.: Nor seems it strange indeed to hold the happy cree...: Then let me joy to be Alive with bird and tree, And have no haughtier aim than this, To be a partner in their bliss...

Nor seems it strange indeed to hold the happy creed that all fair things that bloom and die have conscious life as well as I...

Then let me joy to be
Alive with bird and tree,
And have no haughtier aim than this,
To be a partner in their bliss...

.: Vår herre har flere enn oss å fø på !...

.: Vår herre har flere enn oss å fø på !...: Speilet er som en stenen kjølig gammel og tålmodig og med visdommens omhu og kjedsomhet holder det deg fram som du er. Speil deg i...

Vår herre har flere enn oss å fø på !...

Speilet er som en stenen
kjølig gammel og tålmodig
og med visdommens omhu
og kjedsomhet holder det deg
fram som du er.

Speil deg i vann.
Det har ungdommens
skinnende øyne.
Ser på deg leende,
visker deg ut og løper
bort videre ...

.: Resept på: "Vino Romano"

.: Resept på: "Vino Romano": I følge de "Gamle Romere" lagde de en "gift" som var verre en midelaldrens Aqua Tofana Kanskje dagens "finsesmekere" burde tenke seg om f...

.: "Now let's start again,' said New Man to New Woman...

.: "Now let's start again,' said New Man to New Woman...: 'Now let's... 'And again.' 'Go back to the earth.' 'To simple beginnings.' 'To what nourishes.' 'To what grows.' 'To sunlight.' 'An...

.: All the things I really like to do are either ille...

.: All the things I really like to do are either ille...: Have a nice day !...

.: En mann ringte til skranken i SAS og spurte: Hvor ...

.: En mann ringte til skranken i SAS og spurte: Hvor ...: Han Halvan "Gjedda" overkjørt igjen! (Fort gjort sa den sympatiske fotgjengeren) "Gjedda" og kompisene på tur til Oslo. Det var han S...

.: Å dyrke vennskap, er en viktig egenskap, i denne v...

.: Å dyrke vennskap, er en viktig egenskap, i denne v...: Hvor er vi menesker, som omfavner venners planer En ny dimensjon Deilig vennskap I alle samfunn Uten diskriminering. Et vennskap ka...

.: Give me some air ! Open all the windows ! Open m...

.: Give me some air ! Open all the windows ! Open m...: Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves'riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch...

.: Teh man who sang that pain was sweet shuddered to ...

.: Teh man who sang that pain was sweet shuddered to ...: The songs of pals emaciate hours, The fungus-growth of years of peace, Withered before us like mown flowers; We found no pleasure mor...

Teh man who sang that pain was sweet shuddered to see the mask of death storm by with myriad thundering feet; The sudden truth caught up our breath, our throats throats like pulses beat.

The songs of pals emaciate hours,
The fungus-growth of years of peace,
Withered before us like mown flowers;
We found no pleasure more in these
When bullets fell in showers.

.: Det er ikke kjærligheten som gjør blid. Men misunn...

.: Det er ikke kjærligheten som gjør blid. Men misunn...: Allikevel, mitt barn, det er en sær fornemmelse for meg å være deg så evig nær, og slett ikke være deg !

Det er ikke kjærligheten som gjør blid. Men misunnelsen.

Allikevel,
mitt barn,
det er en sær fornemmelse
for meg å være deg så evig
nær,
og slett ikke være deg !

.: For a looooong time I used to go to bed early...

.: For a looooong time I used to go to bed early...

For a looooong time I used to go to bed early...

.: Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker...

.: Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker...: Sure, Party is over ... Deck your lower limbs in pants; Yours are the limbs, my sweet... You look divine as you advance - Have you s...

Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker...

Sure,
Party is over ...
Deck your lower limbs in pants;
Yours are the limbs, my sweet...
You look divine as you advance -
Have you seen yourself retreating ?

.: Vom Abendrot zum Morgenlicht Ward mancher Kops zum...

.: Vom Abendrot zum Morgenlicht Ward mancher Kops zum...: Between dusk and dawn many a head has turned white. Who can belive it ? And mine has not changed on all this long journey. ...

Vom Abendrot zum Morgenlicht Ward mancher Kops zum Greise. Wer glaubt's? Und meiner ward es nicht auf diser ganzen Reise.

Between dusk and dawn
many a head has turned white.
Who can belive it ?
And mine has not changed on
all this long journey.

.: de AMOR --- Cancioncilla del primer deseo

.: de AMOR --- Cancioncilla del primer deseo: En la manana verde, quería ser corazón.   Corazón. Y en la tarde madura quería ser ruiseñor. Ruiseñor. (Alma, ponte color naran...

de AMOR --- Cancioncilla del primer deseo

En la manana verde,
quería ser corazón.  
Corazón.

Y en la tarde madura
quería ser ruiseñor.
Ruiseñor.

(Alma,
ponte color naranja.
Alma,
ponte color de amor.)


En la manana viva,
yo quería ser yo.
Corazón. 

Y en la tarde caída
quería ser mi voz.
Ruiseñor

;Alma,
ponte color naranja.
Alma,
ponte color de amor !

.

.: The pliant harebell sheep swinging in the breeze, ...

.: The pliant harebell sheep swinging in the breeze, ...: The single sheep, and the one blasted tree, And the bleak music from  the old stone wall:- In the meadows and the lover ground. Was ...

The pliant harebell sheep swinging in the breeze, on some gry rock:

The single sheep,
and the one blasted tree,
And the bleak music from 
the old stone wall:-
In the meadows and the lover ground.
Was all the sweetness of a common dawn:-
And that green corn all day is rustling in 
thine ears!

.: You, who gave colour to the dawn. Magic to the twi...

.: You, who gave colour to the dawn. Magic to the twi...: You, who gave music to the brook, Its lullaby to the grove, You, who made sharp the wind's attack, Put the lark's notes high above, ...

You, who gave colour to the dawn. Magic to the twilight hour, You, through whom scent and sound were born that woods in spring might flower, O guard us, lest we lose for good this miracle that lights the world...

You, who gave music to the brook,
Its lullaby to the grove,
You, who made sharp the wind's attack,
Put the lark's notes high above,
O keep us from that fatal day
when our hearts'song is locket away.

You, who heard stumbling feet go past
On the road to No'where
You, who saw how the blood fell fast
As He walked, incredibly, by,
O keep us lest there come a loss
Of crown of thorns, of pain, of Cross.

.: CAMPANA (Bordon)

.: CAMPANA (Bordon): En la torre amarilla dobla una campana. Sobre el viento amarillo se abren las campanadas. en la torre amarilla cesa la campana....

.: Å for en sommer; i stripet badedrakt og ør av døds...

.: Å for en sommer; i stripet badedrakt og ør av døds...: Livet er det som hender  mens du planlegger det... Og husk det er mangt et godt hode under en gammel hatt.

.: BUMP D'BUMP... Play me a game like Blind Man's dan...

.: BUMP D'BUMP... Play me a game like Blind Man's dan...: Tell my life with a liquor sign Or a cooking spoon from the five-and-dime And a junkie reel in two/four time Bump d'bump bump d'bump. ...

.: Et lys brenner like godt om en tenner et annet med...

.: Et lys brenner like godt om en tenner et annet med...: Vi er ikke av dem som riper av en fyrstikk for bedre å se fyrverkeriet. Vi ønsker ikke havet tomt for å finne bølgenes opphav. Vi...

.: Symbol... I think. (Translation)

.: Symbol... I think. (Translation): Christ, a mirror in each hand. He multiplies his shadow. He projects his heart through his black looks. I believe !

.: Det faller litt lys på min vei ikveld, jeg fatter ...

.: Det faller litt lys på min vei ikveld, jeg fatter ...: Hvis det er sant, at alle ting er skapt av Gud, da er det håp for oss, min venn. Selv om lykkens paradis gikk tapt kan Gud jo skape oss...

.: Humility and compassion: Can true humility and com...

.: Humility and compassion: Can true humility and com...: There are beautiful wild forces within us. Let them turn the mills inside and fill sacks that feed even heaven... The spirit's...

Humility and compassion: Can true humility and compassion exist in our words and eyes unless we know we too are capable of any act ?

There are beautiful wild forces within us.

Let them turn the mills inside and fill sacks

that feed even heaven...

The spirit's hands :
They can be a great help = words.
They can become the spirit's hands
and life
and
caress
YOU...

.: Alle menneskers rettigheter blir redusert når ett ...

.: Alle menneskers rettigheter blir redusert når ett ...: Der menneskene er fattige blir ofte katastrofene størst. Nærmest er du når du er borte. Noen blir borte når du er nær. Dette kal...

Alle menneskers rettigheter blir redusert når ett menneskes rettigheter er truet...

Der menneskene er fattige
blir ofte katastrofene størst.

Nærmest er du når du er borte.
Noen blir borte når du er nær.
Dette kaller jeg kjærlighet ---
Men jeg vet ikke hva det er...

.: I am always holding a priceless vase in my hands. ...

.: I am always holding a priceless vase in my hands. ...: That is, most are not free of events their eyes have seen and their ears  have heard and their bodies have felt. Most cannot focus t...

I am always holding a priceless vase in my hands. If you asked me about the deeper truths of the path and I told you the answers, it would be like handing sacred relics to you. But most have their hands tied behind their back;

That is,
most are not free of events their
eyes have seen and their ears 
have heard and their bodies have felt.

Most cannot focus their abilities
in the present, and might drop what
I said.
So II'll wait;
I don't mind waiting until your
love for all
makes luminous 
the now...

.: An expert is one who knows more and more about les...

.: An expert is one who knows more and more about les...: A positive science may be defined as a body of systematized knowledge concerning what is; a normative or regular science a body of syste...

.: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...

.: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...: L'absence est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; Il eteint le petit, il allume le grand. Enn så lenge får jeg klare meg med ?... Ab...

.: And above all, I beg you, grant, Just one more hun...

.: And above all, I beg you, grant, Just one more hun...: Shall I finish or break it off, Suffer life till the end, through so rough ? Mostly out of accord with myself By my own Or another'...

.: Love is the perfect stillness and the greatest exc...

.: Love is the perfect stillness and the greatest exc...: In my soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church where I kneel... Prayer should bring us to an altar  where no walls ...

Love is the perfect stillness and the greatest excitement, and most profound act, and the word almost as complete as His name. But, but, but, also like hell...

In my soul
there is a temple,
a shrine,
a mosque,
a church
where I kneel...

Prayer should bring us to an altar 
where no walls or names exist.

Is there not a region of love
where the sovereignty is
illumined nothing,
where ecstasy gets poured
into itself and becomes
lost,
where the wing is fully alive
but has no mind or
body ?

In my soul
there is a temple,
a shrine,
a mosque,
a church
that dissolve,
that dissolve
in
God.

.: Og duften, kjenn den ! Den fyller våre sanser. Hei...

.: Og duften, kjenn den ! Den fyller våre sanser. Hei...

.: The Bridge - The Traveler - The Rest...

.: The Bridge - The Traveler - The Rest...: The Bridge I have come a long way today; On a strange bridge alone. Remembering friends, old friends, I rest, without smile or moan,...

.: Often the silent-ness has but this one companions;...

.: Often the silent-ness has but this one companions;...: Call for the Robin-Red- brest and the wern, Since ore shadie groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers doe cover The friendlesse bod...

.: Bygge bro over det som har vært...

.: Bygge bro over det som har vært...: Broen... Jeg   har   kommet langt   i dag ; På en   merkelig   bro   alene. Huske   venner, gamle   venner, Jeg hviler ,   uten   smil   e...

.: Kjærligheten til ett menneske er nok til å holde o...

.: Kjærligheten til ett menneske er nok til å holde o...: Liten ? Jeg ?  Langtifra. Jeg er akkurat stor nok. Fyller meg selv helt på langs og på tvers fra øverst til nederst. Er du større en...

.: Hvis du detter ned og brekker begge beina, så bare...

.: Hvis du detter ned og brekker begge beina, så bare...: Sjelens hvile etter den fantastiske juletid. Å for en verden, å jeg kjenner meg øde og tom i sannhet som i en ørken vi er. Hvis aldri e...

.: That...

.: That...: The banks of the Volga in steppe land mist, Sparse-growing, yellow-green grasses; And that height with its beauty hard to reist Two kilo...

.: But I`m not so think as you drunk I am...

.: But I`m not so think as you drunk I am...: If you want truth to go round the world you must hire an express flight to bring it; But if you want a lie to go round the world, it wil...

.: Jeg har jo sagt deg: Vær modig og sterk! La deg ik...

.: Jeg har jo sagt deg: Vær modig og sterk! La deg ik...

Jeg har jo sagt deg: Vær modig og sterk! La deg ikke skremme, og mist ikke motet! For herren din Gud er med deg overalt hvor du går. (jos 1,9)

.: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...

.: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...: I fjellet Fjellet stiger mot himmelen, stivnet og stum av sinne. Dypt der nede er dalen innhyllet i et slør av tåke. Stormer ru...

.: And above all, I beg you, grant, Just one more hun...

.: And above all, I beg you, grant, Just one more hun...: Shall I finish or break it off, Suffer life till the end, through so rough ? Mostly out of accord with myself By my own Or another'...

And above all, I beg you, grant, Just one more hunt. And then till autumn it won't be far with golden tresses, dim eyes of stars, with voices whose sound one's ear caresses...

Shall I finish or break it off,
Suffer life till the end, through so rough ?
Mostly out of accord with myself
By my own
Or another's fault,
I have lived in a permanent vacuum,
Hauled over hot coals
Without halt.

Book of life...
Not just words, one believes.
Count the years that I've sat over it!
Now its pictures have yellowed a bit
Like the grass in September,
Like leaves.
My head's long gone silvery-white,
Yet with every day that goes by
The last chapter gets harder to compose.

All that sang will sing again
when the times comes by.
Oh, how simple it all is,
Simply makes me cry !