Siste Liten - Vamp

Babylon stjerner e himla långt vekke,

hende dei blingse og tar ein dag feil.

Men morningen rødme og kråkene trekke.

Me fatte i gåter, i glimt og i speil.

Adle mann ut i striden.

Reis deg og hent deg,

Det e siste liten.

Ei mor når minsten e sliten.

Såså, opp igjen.

Å, bli hos meg -te me skimte Gomorra,

et flakkandes innelys høgt påein mur.

Ståi et portrom med sitt pådet tørra.

La na ver ledige, la meg ha tur.

Stå, børst av deg skiten.

Reis deg og hent deg

det e siste liten.

Ei mor når minsten e sliten:

Såså, opp igjen.

Drømma seg ut.

I det siste partiet

bikke det øve og flate seg ut,

når gårsdagen sleppe, går tjangsane frie,

og alt ligge klart te åbjynna pånytt.

Elsk, ikkje ver gniten.

Reis deg og hent deg,

det e siste liten.

Verden e skjeive åsliten.

Veksla inn sommartid

i siste liten.

Ei mor når minsten e sliten.

Såså, opp igjen.

Babylon stars are far away,

sometimes they bling and get it wrong one day.

But the morning blushes and the crows raise.

We are caught in riddles, in glimpses and in mirrors.

Noble man into the fray.

Get up and pick yourself up,

It's the last minute.

A mother when the child is tired.

So, back up.

Oh, stay with me -te me skimte Gomorrah,

a floating indoor light high on a wall.

Stand a portroom with its on dry.

Let us be free, let me be lucky.

Stand, brush off your shit.

Get up and pick yourself up

it's the last minute.

A mother when her child is tired:

So, back up.

Dream yourself out.

In the last batch

bite it practice and flatten out,

when yesterday slips away, the tjangs go free,

and everything is ready to open again.

Love, don't be fooled.

Get up and pick yourself up,

it's the last minute.

The world is crooked.

Switch to summer time

at the last minute.

A mother when the child is tired.

So, back up.