Trubaduren - Vamp

Tekst: Kolbein Falkeid / Musikk: yvind Staveland

Gjn doggvtt gras i junisol

S svidt har hatt ein lur

Knase ftter klver og fiol

For ein ust trubadur

Finne veien him fra fest og fyll

Trtt og sliten itte alt

Varm va natt, heilt av song og mas

Men n blunke livet kaldt

Det va klapp p rygg og smr p sinn

Det va nye fyllte krus

Syng om gled, songar!

Tryll oss inn

I ditt spel og i din rus!

Og kor fr du denna fryden fra

S gjrr jord heilt forgjort?

Ler oss kunsten, trubadur, og ta

Vre kverdagssorger bort!

Gjn doggvtt gras i junisol

S svidt har hatt ein lur

Knase ftter klver og fiol

Se, ein spelman-trubadur

Finne veien him fra fest og fyll

Mens ei morgensol s trinn

Speile seg i dogg p myrull

Og i trer p et kinn

Text: Kolbein Falkeid / Music: yvind Staveland

Use doggvt grass in the June sun

S recently had a nap

Knase feet trefoil and violin

What a lousy troubadour

Finding your way home from partying and drinking

Tired and tired of everything

It was a warm night, full of song and bustle

But n wink life cold

It was a pat on the back and oil on the mind

There were new filled mugs

Sing of joy, songar!

Conjure us in

In your game and in your intoxication!

And where do you get this joy from?

So does earth completely perish?

Laugh us art, troubadour, and take

Our everyday sorrows gone!

Use doggvt grass in the June sun

S recently had a nap

Knase feet trefoil and violin

Look, a spelman troubadour

Finding your way home from partying and drinking

While a morning sun steps

Reflected in the dog on the marsh roll

And you step on one cheek