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Du gledde meg så mykje

Eg kan’kje gleda deg

Det beste som eg hadde

Var alt for smått for deg

Men denne vesle knoppen av mitt eige rosentre

Den skal du ha til minne om somaren og meg

I fjor haust var den berre eit snøkvitt lite nor

Djupt nedi jorda, på rota åt si mor

Når somarsola vart so varm, då våga den seg opp

Og skaut så friske grøne blad, og slik ein blodraud topp

Men då var høsten her, med iskald gufs frå hei og nut

Det vart for seint, so altfor seint, han fekk kje spretta ut

So laut han døy, og vondt det var då vesle livet gjekk;

Men lagnad-stålet av han skar, det finst kje råd med slikt

Og ilska rann med livet ut i tidens djupe hav

Der lengt og liding, sorg og sut, ja alt skal gløymast av

Og rota som den grodde på må visna bort og døy

For alt som lever her på jord er liksom gras og høy

You pleased me so much

I can't make you happy

The best that I had

Was way too small for you

But this tiny bud of my own rose tree

You should keep it in memory of the summer and me

Last autumn it was just a snow-white little Norway

Deep in the earth, at the root of his mother

When the summer sun got so hot, it ventured up

And saw such fresh green leaves, and such a blood-red top

But then autumn was here, with icy cold gusts from heat and cold

It was too late, so much too late, he had his jaw pop out

So loudly he died, and painfully it was then the poor life went;

But the lagnad steel of he cut, there is no advice for such

And anger flowed with life into the deep sea of ​​time

Where longing and suffering, sorrow and sorrow, yes, everything will be forgotten

And the root on which it grew must wither away and die

For everything that lives here on earth is like grass and hay