Sommernatt Ved Fjorden (By The Fjord) - Ketil Bjørnstad, Randi Stene, Lars Anders Tomter

Jæger ror

og Oda sitter foran

i en pram som de har tatt

Jeg står ved vinduet inatt

og en fiol er min trøst

Snart vil sommervinden varsle høst

Men lyset er i nord

Vær velsignet du som ror

Båten glir

Nå slipper Jæger årene

og strekker seg langt frem

Hun tar hans hånd, den er hans hjem

Hun ler, jeg ser at en pram

vender nesen ned så blygt i skam

for det som skjer ombord

og de feberhete ord

Noe skjer

Han ligger der med hodet i

min søsters mørke fang

en svarttrost vekker oss med sang

enliten båt glir avsted

mellom natt og dag i fjordens led

ved Hvitsten der vi bor

Jæger retter seg og ror

Nok en natt

er over, lyset kommer brått

Min søster er litt trett

Et dampskip fløyter, han ror rett

mot dette hus, det var alt

og jeg skjelver, det er ganske kaldt

men Oda Lasson ler

mot sin bleke kavaler

Båten blir

fortøyd til bryggen nedenfor

mitt vindu, de står opp

Han prøver løfte hennes kropp

Han elsker alt det hun er

Men han skjønner at han er for nær

Han kysser hennes hår.

Solen kommer, og han går

Hunter rudder

and Oda sits in front

in a barge that they have taken

I'm standing by the window tonight

and a violin is my consolation

Soon the summer wind will herald autumn

But the light is in the north

Be blessed you as helmsman

The boat glides

Now Jæger is releasing the years

and extends far forward

She takes his hand, it's his home

She laughs, I see that a barge

turns his nose down so shyly in shame

for what happens on board

and the feverish words

Something is happening

He's lying there with his head in it

my sister's dark lap

a blackbird wakes us with song

a small boat glides away

between night and day in the fjord

at Hvitsten where we live

Hunter straightens and rudders

Another night

is over, the light comes abruptly

My sister is a little tired

A steamship whistles, he steers straight

against this house, that was all

and I'm shaking, it's pretty cold

but Oda Lasson laughs

against his pale cavaliers

The boat stays

moored to the pier below

my window, they stand up

He tries to lift her body

He loves everything she is

But he realizes that he is too close

He kisses her hair.

The sun comes and he goes