Lyrics of Varherres Klinkekuler - Erik Bye

Varherres Klinkekuler - Erik Bye
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Varherres Klinkekuler, artist - Erik Bye
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: Norwegian

Varherres Klinkekuler

(original)
Jeg drømte at vår Herre var en pode med reven brok og skrubbsår på hver legg
Jeg så ham klinke kule med vår klode i muntre sprett mot universets vegg
Han klinket han var glad og det var sommer og solen tente lyn i farget glass
Og tusen kloder rislet fra han lommer for i vår Herres lommer er det plass
Og klodene fikk danse, sveve, trille til glede for hans hjerte og hans syn
Så ble han distrahert, og glemte spillet En sommerfugl strøk vingen mot hans
bryn!
Å for en dag å fange sommerfugler!
Det vakreste av alt han hadde skapt
På marken lå Vårherres klinkekuler og følte seg alene og fortapt
Omsider kom han trett, som alle poder når det er kveld og leken har vært sen
Han lå på kne og samlet sine kloder.
Da så han at han hadde mistet en
«Den lille blå!
Den minste av dem alle!
Han lette under gress og sten og hekk
«Og den som var så blank i solefallet!»
Men mørket kom, og kulen den var vekk
Det var vår egen Jord som var blitt borte, og marken lå der nattekald og våt
Og Gud gikk hjem og hurtet i sin skjorte.
Men jeg kan ikke huske om han gråt
Og vi som av den lille jord en båren og tror at intet teller uten den
Får drømme at Han leter mer i morgen og håpe at Han finner oss igjen
(translation)
I dreamed that our Lord was a graft with torn hernias and abrasions on each leg
I saw him clinking our globe in cheerful bounce against the wall of the universe
He clinked he was happy and it was summer and the sun lit lightning in colored glass
And a thousand globes trickled from his pockets for in our Lord's pockets there is room
And the globes danced, soared, rolled to the delight of his heart and his sight
Then he was distracted, and forgot the game A butterfly brushed its wing against his
brow!
Oh what a day to catch butterflies!
The most beautiful of everything he had created
On the field lay Our Lord's marbles, feeling alone and lost
At last he came tired, as everyone does when it is evening and the game has been late
He was on his knees and gathering his globes.
Then he saw that he had lost one
“The little blue one!
The smallest of them all!
He looked under grass and stones and hedges
"And the one that was so shiny in the sunset!"
But the darkness came, and the cool it was gone
It was our own Earth that had disappeared, and the ground lay there night-cold and wet
And God went home and hurried in his shirt.
But I can't remember if he cried
And we like from the small earth a stretcher and believe that nothing counts without it
Can dream that He is looking more tomorrow and hope that He finds us again
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