90-meters-bakken - Di Derre

Hoppkanten nærmer seg, jeg satser, så er alt borte

Flomlyset ble slått av og min første tanke er:

«Nå har jeg gjort det!»

Stiv av skrek, min strake kropp skriker et stille «stopp!»

Jeg skulle aldri begynt med hopp, men stavsprang…

og jeg som ikke torte

Her er så mørkt som i en grav og alt jeg ser er byen i det fjerne

Er det noen der i kveld som har det leit’så bytter jeg gjerne

Selv er jeg på full fart ned, en hopper er jo ofte det

Men som regel kan en hopper se

Og alt jeg ser er en og annen stjerne

Vår tanke går i kveld til dem som mistet lyset midt i

Satsøyeblikket, for dem som synes alt gikk skitt i

Nitti, i nitti, i nitti metersbakken

Snefnugg fyker fort forbi, jeg kjenner luften mot mitt ansikt strømme

Men ingen ser mitt hopp i kveld, så jeg hopper bakken ned i drømmen

I kveld så er jeg mesteren, Weisflog, Ploc og Nykanen

Ikke sistemann i treningsrenn

Hvor fatter’n kom og ble satt til å dømme

Et treningsrenn en vinterkveld, strømmen går og flomlyset forsvinner

På hoppkanten så satser han, en red ung mann og ingen typisk vinner

Ingen har ham siden sett

Han forsvann i sveven rett og slett

Så faren hans fikk endelig rett

At nordmann hopper lenger enn finner

The jumping edge is approaching, I bet, then everything is gone

The floodlight was turned off and my first thought is:

"Now I've done it!"

Stiff with scream, my straight body screams a quiet "stop!"

I should never start with jumps, but pole vault…

and I who do not dare

Here it is as dark as in a grave and all I see is the city in the distance

Is there anyone there tonight who is sorry, I'll be happy to change

I myself am at full speed down, a jumper is often that

But as a rule, a jumper can see

And all I see is the occasional star

Our thoughts tonight go to those who lost the light in the middle

The moment of the bet, for those who think everything went wrong

Ninety, in ninety, in the ninety-meter hill

Snowflakes fly by quickly, I feel the air flowing towards my face

But no one sees my jump tonight, so I jump down the hill in the dream

Tonight I'm the champion, Weisflog, Ploc and Nykanen

Not the system in training races

Where the father came and was put to judge

A training run on a winter evening, the power goes out and the floodlights disappear

On the jumping edge he bets, a red young man and no typical winner

No one has seen him since

He simply disappeared into the air

So his father finally got it right

That a Norwegian jumps further than he finds