Tiøringen - Odd Nordstoga

Det her er ein liten song om det å vera nære

Og kjenne ord som du og eg og elsk og ømt og kjære

Og leva i eit sorglaust hav, og berre vera to

Og vegen fram ja den gløymer du, du er ved målet no

Og politikken utanlands er borte som ei sviske

Og alle måla for deg sjølv dei er du ved å miste

For det du viar tanken på er støre av format:

Det er om ho vil lgge sine armar om deg snart

Og sia

So ro du vesle guten min

Så skal du få meir enn du fekk for tiøringen din, for tiøringen din

So ro du vesle guten min

Så skal du få meir enn du fekk for tiøringen din, for tiøringen din

So ro du vesle gut;

i morgon har me fri

Og når så so ro er ferdig då blir alle ord for små

Og alle fraser havnar i det patetiske blå

Men jenta ho skyna kva det gjalt

Så syng ho…

Det her var ein liten song om det å vera nære

Og dela sama mjølkeglas og saman vera sære

Og båe gløyme tanken på om morgonen blir god

Og heller la oss leva på kor godt me har det no

This is a little song about being close

And know words like you and me and love and tender and dear

And live in a carefree sea, and only be two

And the way forward yes you forget it, you are at the goal no

And politics abroad is gone like a prune

And all the goals for yourself you are about to lose

For what you are thinking of are larger formats:

It's if she wants to put her arms around you soon

And sia

So ro you little good min

Then you will get more than you got for your tithe, for your tithe

So ro you little good min

Then you will get more than you got for your tithe, for your tithe

So ro du vesle gut;

tomorrow I have time off

And when so calm is over then all words become too small

And all phrases end up in the pathetic blue

But the girl figured out what was wrong

So sing ho…

This was a little song about being close

And share the same glass of milk and together be weird

And both forget the thought of the morning being good

And rather let's live in a choir well we have it now