Huset - Siri Nilsen

Inn i et hjem, pent og møblert

Her skal hun bo, her skal hun sette sine sko

Holde det rent som i et fotografi

Der hun skal være, der hun må bli

Hun har glemt

Hun er en reisende

Hun hører ikke hjemme noe sted

Om natten blir hun varm og savner

Tomme, kalde loft der de gamle veggene

Ikke lar henne se gjennom sprekkene

Hun kan ikke se hvor trappene går

Og skygger av det hun ikke forstår

Gir lys

Hun har glemt

Hun er en reisende

Hun hører ikke hjemme noe sted

Into a home, neat and furnished

Here she will live, here she will put her shoes

Keep it clean as in a photograph

Where she should be, where she must stay

She has forgotten

She is a traveler

She does not belong anywhere

At night she gets hot and misses

Empty, cold ceilings where the old walls

Do not let her see through the cracks

She can not see where the stairs go

And shadows of what she does not understand

Provides light

She has forgotten

She is a traveler

She does not belong anywhere