Norjalainen villapaita [English translation]

Man came down from the fjords looking unwell with his Norwegian shirt

The relaxed and tender beat was brought by John Lennon with his skills to charm

I crawled out of the taxi. "Well, this isn't the greatest" my namesake criticized

In a somehow tense, strange tune the city was playing in my soul

I uncorked what we had brought with us, we threw tomorrow to the icy waves

We drowned in the troubles, thoughts and skies, strong willed ones

In the clear morning, in talkative company, I practiced being entertained

We sang familiar new things, that have a heart and a head

HEA HEA HEA HEA

We belted out quietly, and the fjord rang with our hymn

It was repeated by the echo and from inside the sweater the morning moth flew away

We talked about Junnu, I said I won't acknowledge the continuation of the tradition

All of that is above our heads and I work it in small batches

We drank that bottle, I queried for tips, we wrestled a bit

He lives, perhaps, everyday - the man who was mentioned to be a louse

HEA HEA HEA HEA

We belted out quietly, and the fjord rang with our hymn

It was repeated by the echo and from inside the sweater the morning moth flew away

We stayed away from the shadows, traded rhymes, smoked cigarettes

The far away north, freezing cold and sleety, we discoed to blazing heat

We live, we die, we carve wood chips to the waves on the shore

We answer to shouts, we board sentences to spirits and substances

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HEA HEA HEA HEA

We belted out quietly, and the fjord rang with our hymn

It was repeated by the echo and from inside the sweater the morning moth flew away