Lyrics of Togsang - Kari Bremnes

Togsang (original)

De Mottes Pa en reise
Pa en reise over land og jord
Og dette va for lenge lenge sia
De skulle ikkje hjem, de skulle ut
Og folge fremmed spor
Til ukjent plass og hemmelige stia
Sa motte de hverandre
I en sliten rod kupe`
Og reiste enda lenger enn du kan med NSB
Tel ost for horisont og vest for tia
Demottes pa en reise
Pa en reise mottes ho og han
Og reisen gikk igjennom stragul sommer
De reiste i hverandre og de reiste i et gammelt land
Der ingen tror pa hosten for den kommer
Det gar en sakte skinnesang
Ifra en rod kupe`
Den nynnes gjennom landskap ingen landmaler skal se
Der loven e en sans og livet dommer
De mottes pa en reise
Pa en reise over land og jord
Og ingen av dem trudde noensinne
At reisen skulle ende, skulle ende, ved et banespor
Og bare reise videre i minnet
Det gar en gammel skinnesang
Ifra en rod kupe
Den song om det som var engang
Den baeres videre
Den baeres av et hap og langs ei skinne

(translation)

De Mottes Pa and travel
On a journey across land and land
And this was too long long sia
They were not going home, they were going out
And follow foreign tracks
To unknown place and secret path
Then they met each other
In a tired red compartment`
And traveled even further than you can with NSB
Count cheese for horizon and west for tia
Demottes on a journey
On a journey, she and he are met
And the journey went through stragul summer
They traveled in each other and they traveled in an old country
Where no one believes in the cough before it comes
There is a slow track song
Ifra en rod kupe`
It hums through landscapes no land painter should see
There the law e a sense and life judge
They met on a trip
On a journey across land and land
And none of them ever believed
That the journey should end, should end, at a track
And just travel on in memory
There's an old rail song
Ifra and rod kupe
The song about what was once
It is carried on
It is carried by a bite and along a rail