Албум:
Jygri
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Превод
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Til deg
For you
You made me so happy
Maybe I make you happy
Det best I had
Everything was too small for you
But this bud from my own rosewood
You should have it as a memory of the summer and of me
Last fall it was just a small snowy thing
Deep down in the earth, on its mother's roots
When the summer sun got warm, it ventured upwards
and shoot out healthy green leaves and a blood red top
But then fall came back, with winds sounding like whispers
it was too late, way too late, he never got to blossom
So let it die, how painful when the little life was lost
but the steel of fate he cut off, maybe there is advice for that
And the anger flowed with life out into the deep sea of time
where longing and suffering, sorrow and end, yes everything should be forgotten
And the root it was growing on has to wither and die
For everything that lives on earth like grass and hay
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