Den Fremmede - Morten Harket

Jeg fulgte to som vandret for seg selv

I sorg på veiene til Emmaus;

Jeg så at alt de trodde lå i grus

Og lot som om jeg ville ta farvel

Men lyset sank, og dagen var på hell

I ødemarken vidt om Emmaus;

De så at jeg var fremmed i hvert hus

Og ba meg: Vandrer, bli hos oss i kveld

Jeg ble hos dem og hørte at det satt

Forvåkede og talte om en bror

Som Gud lot dø alene og forlatt

Da sto jeg opp, av sorg for disse ord;

Alene gikk jeg brt fra byens natt

Og gav meg hen til dyr;

og trær, og jord

I followed two who walked for themselves

In mourning on the roads of Emmaus;

I saw that everything they thought was in rubble

And pretended I wanted to say goodbye

But the light went down, and the day was on luck

In the wilderness far beyond Emmaus;

They saw that I was a stranger in every house

And asked me: Hiker, stay with us tonight

I stayed with them and heard that it was sitting

Watched and talked about a brother

As God let die alone and abandoned

Then I arose, mourning for those words;

Alone, I left the city night

And gave me to animals;

and trees, and soil