Mynt og Kron - Hellbillies

I enden t regnbga ska’re finnast gull.

Men bgjin han flt seg so d' berre tull.

Ikkji nytta’re spikre’n fast, du kjem alder dit 'n.

Det virka plent som om ingen I verden skjne det.

fto stare eg I eit vegnaskjel og ser ei firefarga framtid bel om bel,

Men frammi vegji, der grna draumen burt.

Kan hende at ta te venstre hadde vore lurt?

Kansi skulde eg kasta mynt og kron kor gong eg kom te ny stasjon?

D' so vanskeleg velja, so mykji lettar dilte bak.

Hadde regnbgjin stae still so va’re ingen sak.

At the end of the rain there will be gold.

But why didn't he feel like that, it's just nonsense.

Don't nail it down, you'll get there.

It seemed as if no one in the world understood.

Why do I stare at a corner of the road and see a four-colored future, one by one,

But in front of the road, where the dream disappeared.

Maybe taking the left would have been a good idea?

Maybe I should throw coins and kroner when I came to a new station?

It's so difficult to choose, so it's much easier to go behind.

Had the rain stayed still, there would be no problem.