Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song En Skikkelse I Horisonten , by - Fleurety. Song from the album Min Tid Skal Komme, in the genre Release date: 31.12.1994
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: Norwegian
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song En Skikkelse I Horisonten , by - Fleurety. Song from the album Min Tid Skal Komme, in the genre En Skikkelse I Horisonten(original) |
| Skikkelsen kommer nærmere. |
| Jeg kan se bukkehorn |
| og et kaldt, uttrykksløst åsyn. |
| Vinden løfter dens sorte kappe, |
| som kaster skygger over de livløse stenene. |
| Først nå kommer redselen |
| Jeg vet at skikkelsen alltid har sett meg, |
| for dens øyne er ikke vendt ut mot verden, |
| men inn mot sjelen. |
| Jeg holder hardt om sverdet mitt, |
| men vet at mitt eneste våpen er troen, |
| Kanhende hjelper troen på hjelp |
| selv den troløse? |
| For troløs er jeg kanskje, |
| men ikke uten håp. |
| Skikkelsen står nå foran meg. |
| Tvinger frem fortidens gjerninger, |
| de som helst skulle vært glemt. |
| Etter tusener av år i denne verden, |
| føles mye anger |
| når den endelig skal forlates. |
| Likevel synger hjertet, |
| og lettelsen brer seg over meg |
| og videre till skikkelsens armer |
| som like uttrykksløst folder kappen om seg. |
| Et mørke senker seg; |
| jeg vil finne fred her. |
| (translation) |
| The figure is getting closer. |
| I can see fenugreek |
| and a cold, expressionless face. |
| The wind lifts its black cloak, |
| which casts shadows over the lifeless stones. |
| Only now comes the fear |
| I know the figure has always seen me, |
| for its eyes are not facing the world, |
| but towards the soul. |
| I hold fast to my sword, |
| but know that my only weapon is faith, |
| Kanhende helps the belief in help |
| even the unfaithful? |
| Too unfaithful I may be, |
| but not without hope. |
| The figure is now in front of me. |
| Forces the deeds of the past, |
| those who should have been forgotten. |
| After thousands of years in this world, |
| feels a lot of remorse |
| when it is finally to be abandoned. |
| Yet the heart sings, |
| and relief spreads over me |
| and on to the arms of the figure |
| which just as expressionlessly folds the cloak around itself. |
| A darkness descends; |
| I want to find peace here. |
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