Under radaren - Bjørn Eidsvåg

Han va kje veldig synlig

Du hørte knapt hans åndedrett

Altfor tidlig blei han mester

I kunsten å bli øvesett

Ingen va sterkt ønska

Der han blei smidd te mann

Dei va snarare i veien

Vekk fra den veien ville han

Under radaren, under radaren

Bevarte han litt stil

Og forstanden

Under radaren, under radaren

Skapte han seg et stille liv

Stealthmannen

Godord vanka sjeldent

Og ømhet va motbydelig

Han kom seg gjennom skulen

Kamuflert og utydelig

Alfabetet va ei gåta

Også da han blei ein mann

Men bilder leste han bra

Og å jobba kunne han

Å vær stille og usynlig

Va det han kunne best

Han klarte det heilt te siste slutt

— der va det kun ein kantor og en prest

Under radaren, under radaren

Bevarte han litt stil

Og forstanden

Under radaren, under radaren

Skapte han seg et stille liv

Stealthmannen

He was not very visible

You could barely hear his breathing

Too soon he became champion

In the art of being practiced

No one was strongly desired

Where he was forged to man

They were rather in the way

Away from that road he wanted

Under the radar, under the radar

He kept a little style

And the mind

Under the radar, under the radar

He created a quiet life

Stealth men

Godord seldom used

And tenderness was disgusting

He got through school

Camouflaged and indistinct

The alphabet is not a mystery

Even when he became a man

But he read pictures well

And he could work

To be quiet and invisible

What he could do best

He managed the whole tea in the end

- there was only one cantor and one priest

Under the radar, under the radar

He kept a little style

And the mind

Under the radar, under the radar

He created a quiet life

Stealth men