| Svunne tider pajotuns vei
| Gone are the days of pajotun
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| Der over hoye klipper og fjell
| There over high cliffs and mountains
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| Har merket den med stov og aske
| Have marked it with dust and ash
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| Fra dengang alders hirder
| From the shepherds of that age
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| Vandret pa disse kanter
| Horizontal on these edges
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| Her gandviks bergtroll trampet frem
| Here Gandvik's mountain troll stepped forward
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| I ondt og strrt et tussefolge
| In evil and strutt a tussefolge
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| Hvor ferdafolk fant stor en visdom
| Where travelers found great wisdom
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| Om landets skogsliv og morke sider
| About the country's forest life and dark sides
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| Her pa stien som bukter seg uendelig frem
| Here on the path that meanders endlessly
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| Mellom berg hvor de vanskelig fremdeles
| Between mountains where they are still difficult
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| Kan oynes i horisonten
| Can be seen on the horizon
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| Sa storslatt det ma ha v? | So magnificent it ma ha v? |
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| Og speide ut over alt dette
| And scouted out all this
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| Og a vandre sa alene og fri
| And to walk so alone and free
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| En hostkveld i en kald og lett take
| A cough night in a cold and light take
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| Slik som mange for meg har opplevd
| As many for me have experienced
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| Og som mange for meg ha verdsatt
| And as many for me have appreciated
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| Men minner blir glemt av tidens gang
| But memories are forgotten by the passage of time
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| Og lite er her som det engang var
| And little is here as it once was
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| Her som ellers har blader visnet
| Here, as elsewhere, leaves have withered
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| Men falt ned pa en forfallen jord
| But fell on a dilapidated earth
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| Hvor drommer og liv har dodd ut
| Where dreams and life have died out
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| Men kanskje bak en stien
| But maybe behind a stone
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| Eller bak en gammel busk
| Or behind an old bush
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| Sitter fortsatt… hmm
| Still sitting… hmm
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| Og venter? | And waiting? |