så knepp nevan og søng salma
om regnet som ska komme,
søng om babylon og kvite elefanta,
du e førrtapt allikavæll når dagen e omme
idet vatn velte inn frå alle kantaКак же люблю тексты с библейскими аллюзиями. И норвежский язык, пусть это даже душераздирающий северный диалект.
теперь развлекаемся не только с исландским, но и чуть более знакомым норвежским. чтобы не потерятьHave you heard the story of the ancient Noah’s ark
of solid rock and a new day that rose above the sea?
Secrets made a rain of tears wash the boards
but the danger didn’t bring solace to the struggle.
Come, I will tell you of the miracles they saw
like when the soil gets soft and starts to form,
nameless and naked will you be there one day and
on the refuge you will sail across the storms.
Can you hear the swell of thunder in the west
like a dream aloud of the evil you must endure?
Here a rich will become richer and a weekday becomes feast
while the house that would cure them falls over.
So clench fists and sing psalms
about the rain that will come,
sing of Babylon and white elephants.
You are lost either way when the day fades
and the water tips over the sides.
Everyone has found a place aboard someone’s ark
that is open for those who are lucky,
We were caught by rain between the mountain peaks in the north
and stood there when the loop hit randomly,
and if you have the thoughts of peace in your heart deep inside
you must start to sing despite shaking of fear,
for you the rain of tears must be just a past memory,
because when you start to sing the choir the evil must flee.
The door is open again aboard someone’s ark,
while the waves beat against the wood, it’s someone’s work,
and in the end we all are lost anyway.
Maybe next time someone will learn.
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