Vanvidd - Burzum

En forskremt skikkelse i skyggen,

fillete og fattig, men vakker og rik,

folen og forvridd, men ingen stakkar:

hun gjemmer seg so godt hun kan.

Hun er forhatt av de fleste,

men elsket av de aller beste.

Reiser gjerne langt og lenge,

hun gor alene, barbeint i skiten,

po ubrukte veier, gjengrodde stier,

i dyretrakk og farlige leier.

Oppover, til himmelens rand

i lasten;

galskap i botter og spann.

Himmelen revner nor hun nor opp:

hymnen tar slutt for saueflokk.

Lyse lokker, lure smil,

bie blikk, bak sjalet

melkehvit hud, kritthvite tenner.

Latteren skremmer de fleste.

A frightened figure in the shadow,

ragged and poor, but beautiful and rich,

foal and twisted, but no poor:

she hides as best she can.

She is hated by most,

but loved by the very best.

I like to travel far and long,

she walks alone, barefoot in the shit,

on unused roads, overgrown paths,

in animal shelters and dangerous camps.

Up, to the edge of the sky

in the cargo;

madness in bots and buckets.

The sky cracks nor she nor up:

the hymn ends for flocks of sheep.

Bright curls, sly smiles,

bee glance, behind the shawl

milky white skin, chalk white teeth.

Laughter scares most people.