Eit Skot Te
I førti år ha eg jakta rein.
Stampa og trøtt over myr og stein
Med ein mauser og gamal rupesekk.
Men pusten æ'kji so god som'n va,
Eg æ glad I jakt, men snart likeglad.
Eg æ nærsynt, og sveitten renn som ein bekk.
Men eitt skot te ska eg greie. Siste jakt.
Ein bukk te ska eg skjøte, so æ're farrvell og takk!
Kæm æ're som kjem ranglan' no?
Dæ ser ut som'n Olav Ro.
Koss æ're mæ're kar? Du får no stige på!
Dæ'æ lengji sea me jakta ilag.
Ha'ru fått deg kort, æ'ru med I eit lag?
Eg hadde tenkt meg te, men kvie for å gå.
Eg ha tenkt å kjøpe ei hytte te fjells,
Sita utta veggen I saueskinnspels
Og kjikre, over bre og fly.
Eg ha'kji eigong skote børsa inn,
Men ho går like godt som Krag'en din,
Dæ'æ god børse! Eg kjøpe alder ny!
For eitt skot te kan ho greie. Siste jakt.
Ein bukk te ska eg skjøte, so æ're farrvell og takk!
One Last Shot
For forty years I've hunted deer.
Stomping and tired over bog and stone
With a Mauser and an old backpack.
But my breath ain't as good as it used to be,
I love hunting, but soon I won't care.
I'm nearsighted, and the sweat runs like a stream.
But one last shot I gotta make. Final hunt.
One buck I’m gonna take, so it’s goodbye and thanks!
Who’s that coming up now?
Looks like Olav Ro.
What’s up with you, man? You better hop on!
It’s been a while since we hunted together.
Did you get a license, are you in a crew?
I was thinking about it, but I'm hesitant to go.
I’ve been thinking about buying a cabin in the mountains,
Sitting outside in a sheepskin coat
And chilling, overlooking the glacier and the sky.
I haven’t even shot my gun yet,
But it works just as well as your Krag,
That’s a good rifle! I’m never buying new!
'Cause one last shot I can make. Final hunt.
One buck I’m gonna take, so it’s goodbye and thanks!