Noken Gode Ting - Vamp

Tekst: Ingvar Moe / Musikk: yvind Staveland

Nr verdo bler dumme, s leita

Eg fram nken gode ting;

Ein stvete blom I ei veita

Ein mse som fyke I ring

Ein mne e go n han velta

P ryggen og slappe av

Og fllte drops mens di smelta

Ei velstelte, gammadle grav

Og ungar e og nr di grine

Ein hund n du kjeme him

Ei kalde pils e vel fine?

Og s e eg s glad I rim

Eg lika regnet som sipa

N regnet e mildt og lett

Ei nyrensa, snille pipa

Og noken som helde meg tett

Har du sitt kossen Drammen lyse

P vei fra Oslobesk?

Eg lika pyttar som fryse

Og sursild med masse lk

N jevedl slite og streva

Seg inn I meg gong p gong

S vidt att eg vge leva

D laga eg ein toskjen song

De hjelp I ein blom og ein mse

Ein mne, ei grav og ein hund

Og flte drops I ein pse

Di trsta ei lito stund

Text: Ingvar Moe / Music: yvind Staveland

When values ​​become stupid, look

I brought forth no good things;

A dusty flower in a road

A mse that fyke I ring

Ein mne e go n he overturned

P back and relax

And fell drops while you melted

A well-kept, old-fashioned grave

And kids are laughing

A dog n you come him

A cold lager is fine, right?

And I'm so happy in rhyme

I liked the rain like sipa

N the rain is mild and light

A clean, kind pipe

And someone to hold me close

Have you sat the kossen Drammen lyse

P road from Oslobesk?

I'm just as lazy as I am freezing

And pickled herring with lots of lk

N jevedl toil and strive

Enter me again and again

So far that I want to live

Then I made a Tuscan song

They help in a flower and a muse

A man, a grave and a dog

And flte drops In a pse

You tried for a while