Ei Krasafaren Steinbu
Eg skull' te fjells for å jakte rein.
Bussen va ganske sein, eg skulde gå te Hein.
Været va ruskut og tungt og grått.
Lendet va sleipt og vått,
sjål vart eg redd so smått.
Hadde hverken kart ell kompass,
burde jaddi hugst på sopass.
Jævlig dumt syns væl du?
Måse og stein dæ va allt eg såg.
Skodda kom sigande tjukk, so tung og grå.
Jeger'n va liten og Vidda stor.
Hadde 'kji leger ror,
trengde ein storebror.
Eg tok te miste true
på at eg skull' finne bue.
Klukka gjikk, huttetu, va snart sju!
Men då kom eg te ei krasafaren steinbu.
Eine veggen sigji ut, men taket nokolein.
Sette meg ned og fann fram nista,
våt og kald so kroppen rista.
Likevæl va eg glad!
Åfto æ livet som ein skoddeheim.
Vegen æ langtfrå bein,
eg kan 'kji finne heim.
Rota på rundt i eit narrespel.
Kjempa imot eit bel,
lyg meg ifrå eindel.
Når det æ som aller svartast.
Når det blæs med krappe vindkast.
Når eg går mot eit stup, ni eit djup.
Då kjem eg te ei krasafaren steinbu.
Eine veggen sigji ut, men taket nokolein.
Set meg ned og finn fram nista,
våt og kald so kroppen rista.
Likevæl æ eg glad! Eg æ glad!
Då kjem eg te ei krasafaren steinbu.
Eine veggen sigji ut, men taket nokolein.
Set meg ned og finn fram nista,
våt og kald so kroppen rista.
Likevæl æ eg glad!
Ja, likevæl æ eg glad!
Ja, likevæl æ eg glad.
A Damn Stone Hut
I had to go to the mountains to hunt reindeer.
The bus was pretty late, I had to walk to Hein.
The weather was rough and heavy and gray.
The terrain was slippery and wet,
I started to get a little scared.
I had neither map nor compass,
should have definitely thought about that.
Pretty stupid, don't you think?
Seagulls and rocks were all I saw.
The fog came creeping thick, so heavy and gray.
The hunter was small and the Plateau big.
Had no guiding oar,
needed a big brother.
I took the risk
that I would find a bow.
The clock ticked, oh my, it was almost seven!
But then I came to a damn stone hut.
One wall was leaning out, but the roof intact.
Sat down and took out the lunch,
wet and cold so my body shivered.
Still, I was happy!
Life is like a foggy home.
The road is far from clear,
I can't find my way home.
Wandering around in a fool's game.
Fighting against a demon,
lying to myself.
When it's darkest.
When it blows with sharp gusts of wind.
When I walk towards a cliff, into a deep.
Then I come to a damn stone hut.
One wall leaning out, but the roof intact.
Sit down and take out the lunch,
wet and cold so my body shivers.
Still, I am happy! I am happy!
Then I come to a damn stone hut.
One wall leaning out, but the roof intact.
Sit down and take out the lunch,
wet and cold so my body shivers.
Still, I am happy!
Yes, still I am happy!
Yes, still I am happy!