Togsang - Kari Bremnes

De Mottes Pa en reise

Pa en reise over land og jord

Og dette va for lenge lenge sia

De skulle ikkje hjem, de skulle ut

Og folge fremmed spor

Til ukjent plass og hemmelige stia

Sa motte de hverandre

I en sliten rod kupe`

Og reiste enda lenger enn du kan med NSB

Tel ost for horisont og vest for tia

Demottes pa en reise

Pa en reise mottes ho og han

Og reisen gikk igjennom stragul sommer

De reiste i hverandre og de reiste i et gammelt land

Der ingen tror pa hosten for den kommer

Det gar en sakte skinnesang

Ifra en rod kupe`

Den nynnes gjennom landskap ingen landmaler skal se

Der loven e en sans og livet dommer

De mottes pa en reise

Pa en reise over land og jord

Og ingen av dem trudde noensinne

At reisen skulle ende, skulle ende, ved et banespor

Og bare reise videre i minnet

Det gar en gammel skinnesang

Ifra en rod kupe

Den song om det som var engang

Den baeres videre

Den baeres av et hap og langs ei skinne

De Mottes Pa and travel

On a journey across land and land

And this was too long long sia

They were not going home, they were going out

And follow foreign tracks

To unknown place and secret path

Then they met each other

In a tired red compartment`

And traveled even further than you can with NSB

Count cheese for horizon and west for tia

Demottes on a journey

On a journey, she and he are met

And the journey went through stragul summer

They traveled in each other and they traveled in an old country

Where no one believes in the cough before it comes

There is a slow track song

Ifra en rod kupe`

It hums through landscapes no land painter should see

There the law e a sense and life judge

They met on a trip

On a journey across land and land

And none of them ever believed

That the journey should end, should end, at a track

And just travel on in memory

There's an old rail song

Ifra and rod kupe

The song about what was once

It is carried on

It is carried by a bite and along a rail