| Det er natt utover havet.
| It's night beyond the sea.
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| Allting har nå talt.
| Everything has now spoken.
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| Det stilner for de svake.
| It calms down for the weak.
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| Mitt liv det har gått galt.
| My life it has gone wrong.
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| Et vers jeg sitter å skriver i min vesle grav.
| A verse I am writing to write in my little grave.
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| Mitt seil får ingen vind.
| My sail gets no wind.
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| På det åpne hav.
| On the high seas.
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| Festen min er over.
| My party is over.
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| Min sjel den er jo pint.
| My soul, it's pint.
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| Havet det har stilnet.
| The sea it has calmed down.
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| Vinden blåser fint.
| The wind is blowing nicely.
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| Dyster er min salme, for jeg skal vise vei.
| Gloomy is my hymn, for I will show the way.
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| For alle de andre falne.
| For all the others fallen.
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| Din kniv gikk gjennom meg.
| Your knife went through me.
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| Jeg hørte hva du sa mor da jeg forlot deg der.
| I heard what you said mother when I left you there.
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| Stående ved porten du var meg alltid kjær.
| Standing at the gate you were always dear to me.
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| Du ga et liv til meg.
| You gave me a life.
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| Det skulle du ikke gjort.
| You should not have done that.
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| Festen rammet meg hardt mor.
| The party hit me hard mom.
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| Og rev livet bort.
| And tore life away.
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| Jeg dro ut i krigen og våpnet mitt ble slitt.
| I went to war and my weapon was worn out.
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| Men det var bare drømmen.
| But that was just the dream.
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| Her vil alt bli hvitt.
| Here everything will be white.
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| Med omsorg ble jeg hyllet.
| With care I was hailed.
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| Og gjorde min plikt som mann.
| And did my duty as a man.
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| I krig med krutt og klinge vi erobret det mørke land.
| In war with gunpowder and blade we conquered the dark land.
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| Men alle ting skal ende.
| But all things must end.
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| Jeg ser det for meg nå.
| I see it in my mind now.
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| Du passet meg så godt mor.
| You looked after me so well mother.
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| Nå må du la meg gå. | Now you have to let me go. |