Janove - Mine siste berømte ord

Janove - My last famous words

Eg har bestemt meg for ikkje å frysa i nattI've decided not to freeze tonight
Men det kan bli mine siste berømte ord før det blir kaldtBut those could be my last famous words before it gets cold
Eg ser et stjerneskudd, så eg ønsker meg utI see a shooting star, so I wish to get out
Men mine ønsker blir aldri oppfyltBut my wishes are never fulfilled
Eg håper himmelen er oppskryttI hope heaven is overrated
Ville du lagt det du har i din lomme i min hatt?Would you put what you have in your pocket into my hat?
Ville du gjort plass til to inni din frakk?Would you make room for two inside your coat?
De seier ord, hvis du har de i din maktThey say that words, if you know how to control them
Kan sette himmel og jord i kontaktCan make heaven and earth meet
  
Når poeten sine ord ikkje vil rima lengerWhen the poet's words don't want to rhyme anymore
Og profeten sine spor går sine egne veierAnd the prophet's tracks go their own ways
Når denne kvelden ikkje er stor nok for oss hellerWhen this night isn't big enough for us either
Kva skal me då gjer?What are we supposed to do then?
  
Ikkje sei det her er altDon't say this here is all there is
At me skal frysa kaldtThat we shall freeze cold
Eg vil blåsa meir med din vindI want to drift more in your wind
Eg vil blåsa med deg over altI want to drift with you anywhere
  
Så her står eg som en statue i en parkSo here I'm standing like a statue in a park
Og ser på når fruene slenger sine skjerf om sin halsAnd watch the women throw their scarves around their necks
Koffor må musikken ta sluttWhy does the music have to end
La han heller spela utLet it rather play to the end
LadidadidaLadidadida
Etter alt han har betyddAfter all it meant
Ville du latt meg setta min fot i dine henderWould you let me set my foot in your hands
For at eg sko komma høgare og enda lenger enn deg?So I would get higher and even further than you?
Du vett alt du har gjort, alt du har sagtYou know all you have done, all you have said
Det drar du med degYou carry with you
Du skal dra det med degYou'll carry it with you
  
Når poeten sine ord ikkje vil rima lengerWhen the poet's words don't want to rhyme anymore
Og profeten sine spor går sine egne veierAnd the prophet's tracks go their own ways
Når denne kvelden ikkje er stor nok for oss hellerWhen this night isn't big enough for us either
Kva skal me då gjer?What are we supposed to do then?
  
Ikkje sei det her er altDon't say this here is all there is
At me skal frysa kaldtThat we shall freeze cold
Eg vil blåsa meir med din vindI want to drift more in your wind
Eg vil blåsa med deg over altI want to drift with you anywhere
Eg har sett det komma seintIt was late that I've seen it coming
Eg har latt meg bli fortaltI have let myself be told
At du finner aldri heim igjenThat you'll never find your way back home
Når stjernene står skjeivtWhen the stars are misaligned
Så ikkje sei det her er altSo don't say this here is all there is


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Janove - Mine siste berømte ord