Liten fuggel - Vamp
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Liten fuggel - Vamp

Год
2012
Язык
`Norwegian`
Длительность
191180

Below is the lyrics of the song Liten fuggel , artist - Vamp with translation

Lyrics " Liten fuggel "

Original text with translation

Liten fuggel

Vamp

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Det fins ein fryd

I skjøre siv,

I kver antydning av et liv.

Det står ein lyd

Fra fuglatrekk

Som seie alt ska falla vekk.

Det fins ein klang

I malm og løv

Som seie alt ska bli te støv.

Som nattens rov

Ska alt bli glømt,

Av denna lov e alle dømt.

Men hvis eg ser

Ein liten fuggel,

Så fyke lavt på gylne vinger,

Då plukk eg an ner

Med mine hender.

Så kanskje synge

Du ein sang

Om himmelrik og fjerne land,

Om smale smau

Og vildenvei,

Om trygge havn og farbar lei.

Ja, hvis eg ser

Ein liten fuggel,

Då fyke lavt på gylne vinger,

Då plukk eg an ner

Med mine hender.

Så føre vinden

Deg av sted

Når minnet ditt e lyst i fred.

Det finnes trøst,

Det fins ei havn

For kver ein savna, kvert et navn.

Ja, hvis eg ser

Ein liten fuggel,

Så fyke lavt på gylne vinger,

Då plukk eg an ner

Med mine hender.

Ja, hvis eg ser

Ein liten fuggel,

Så fyke lavt på gylne vinger,

Då plukk eg an ner

Med mine hender.

Så kanskje synge

Du ein sang

Om himmelrik og fjerne land.

Om smale smau

Og vildenvei,

Om trygge havn og farbar lei.

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There is a joy

In fragile reeds,

In every hint of a life.

There is a sound

From bird migration

As if everything should fall away.

There is a sound

In ore and leaves

Which says everything should turn to tea dust.

Like the prey of the night

Shall all be forgotten,

By this law all are judged.

But if I see

A little bird,

So fly low on golden wings,

Then I picked up

With my hands.

So maybe sing

You a song

Of heavenly realms and distant lands,

About narrow lanes

And hell,

About safe harbor and navigable sail.

Yes, if I see

A little bird,

Then fly low on golden wings,

Then I picked up

With my hands.

Then lead the wind

You off

When your memory is bright in peace.

There is comfort,

There is a port

For each one missing, each a name.

Yes, if I see

A little bird,

So fly low on golden wings,

Then I picked up

With my hands.

Yes, if I see

A little bird,

So fly low on golden wings,

Then I picked up

With my hands.

So maybe sing

You a song

Of heavenly and distant lands.

About narrow lanes

And hell,

About safe harbor and navigable sail.

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