Songen - Bjørn Eidsvåg

Ingen visste kor songen kom ifrå

Men me syns me eingong hadde hørt han før

Den fylte oss med uro, med varme og lengt

Og trong te' å leita, undras og spør

Songen lot seg slett ikkje fanga

Me prøvde, men den glapp for oss gong itte gong

Det va som om me blei funne og fengsla

Det va ein forunderleg gripande song

Songen va av og te plagsom og vond

Då bygde me rundt oss ein festning av stein

Så fekk den oss brått te å synga og dansa

Stemde te høgtid med fjørlette bein

Då dansa me inn i kong Salomons slott

Og blei varme av vin og visdoms ord

Og me leika oss långt ut te gjetarens bål

Og song salmer med David i fleirstemt kor

Den førte oss og inn i smerten og sorgen

Te den misbrukte ungen og den sørgande mor

Te skjøgens lengt og te drankarens savn

Og den dreiv oss i avmaktens drepande spor

Og den jaga oss inn te vårt innerste rom

Der ikkje eingong englar tør vær

Me svetta i redsel og banna i trass

Men endte i gråt og bøyde kner

Men songen den løfta oss og fylte oss med mot

Te å leva med himlen på grunnfjell og jord

Og aldri va songen så sterk og så klår

Som i stille måltid rundt Mesterens bord

Så syng oss då inn i smerten og gleda

Syng oss te bords med venner og vin

Syng oss te nåde — te kjærleik og elskov

Te slutt — syng oss inn i songen din

No one knew where the song came from

But I think I had heard him before

It filled us with unrest, with warmth and longing

And trong te 'to seek, wonder and ask

The song was not captured at all

We tried, but it slipped for us gong itte gong

It was as if we were found and imprisoned

It was a wonderfully moving song

The song was off and tea troublesome and painful

Then we built around us a fortress of stone

Then it suddenly made us sing and dance

Voiced tea feast with feathery bones

Then we danced into King Solomon's castle

And was warmed by the words of wine and wisdom

And we play far out to the shepherd's bonfire

And sang hymns with David in a polyphonic choir

It led us into the pain and the sorrow

Tea the abused kid and the grieving mother

Tea the whore length and tea the drinker's need

And it drove us in the deadly trail of powerlessness

And it chased us into our innermost room

Where no angels dare to be

We sweat in fear and swear in spite

But ended up crying and bending knees

But the song it lifted us and filled us with courage

Tea to live with the sky on bedrock and soil

And never was the song so strong and so clear

As in a quiet meal around the Master's table

Then sing us into the pain and rejoice

Sing us tea tables with friends and wine

Sing us tea grace - tea love and lovemaking

Tea end - sing us into your song