Over Bjoergvin Graater Himmerik II - Taake

mens jeg sprer mitt sinn

over seinhøsts frosne enger

inviteres du herinn

umistelige minner henger

igjen i luften vegger alt

ukristelige vinder flenger

og pensler bjørgvin jævlig kaldt

portretter og byster

fra skyggene skuler

de lytter med meg

en ensom en uler

en likesinnet stemmer i lever og tenker grav

mot månen mot månen

hever og senker hav

vind i natten visker

mot rute

himmels tårer pisker

på snute

rundt trærnes mørke søyler

har stormen ingen tøyler

det innebærer risker

der ute

while I spread my mind

over late autumn frozen meadows

you are invited here

immortal memories hang

left in the air walls everything

unchristian winner tears

and brushes mountain wine damn cold

portraits and busts

from the shadows sculls

they listen with me

a lonely and howling

a like-minded voice in the liver and thinking grave

towards the moon towards the moon

raises and lowers seas

wind in the night wipes

towards route

heavenly tears whip

on snout

around the dark pillars of the trees

the storm has no reins

it involves risks

out there