Den Bergtekne - Hardingrock

Eg e ikkje bergteken

Slik ho Margit Hjukse frå Sauherad var

Ho lengtar ut.

Eg lengtar inn

Ho lengtar ut.

Eg lengtar inn

Det e ho som ber sorgji så tronge

For meg fell nettane korte og dagane longe

Aleine eg aldri til kanten tør gå

Ho tok eismal vegjen til bergjet der låg

Hjarta ho drakk tomt

Eg og du kjenner ho vel?

Lat oss tøma glaset på det

'Drik utor di, allerkjærasten min!'

'Drik utor di, allerkjærasten min!'

For mykje for meg, for lite for deg

For lite, for mykje, og stundom akkurat nok

Ho kvilar hos kvitskjeggen i bergjet det blå

Med du og eg veggen til endes må trå

I do not have a mountain sign

As Margit Hjukse from Sauherad was

She longs.

I long for it

She longs.

I long for it

It is she who begs sorgji so tronge

For me, the nights are short and the days are long

Alone I never dare to go to the edge

She took the ice road to the rock where it lay

Her heart drank empty

You and I know her, don't you?

Let's empty the glass on it

'Drink utor di, my dearest!'

'Drink utor di, my dearest!'

Too much for me, too little for you

Too little, too much, and sometimes just enough

She rests with the white beard in the blue mountain

With you and I the wall to the end must tread