Translation of the song lyrics Sommernatt Ved Fjorden (By The Fjord) - Ketil Bjørnstad, Randi Stene, Lars Anders Tomter

Sommernatt Ved Fjorden (By The Fjord) (original)

Jæger ror
og Oda sitter foran
i en pram som de har tatt
Jeg står ved vinduet inatt
og en fiol er min trøst
Snart vil sommervinden varsle høst
Men lyset er i nord
Vær velsignet du som ror
Båten glir
Nå slipper Jæger årene
og strekker seg langt frem
Hun tar hans hånd, den er hans hjem
Hun ler, jeg ser at en pram
vender nesen ned så blygt i skam
for det som skjer ombord
og de feberhete ord
Noe skjer
Han ligger der med hodet i
min søsters mørke fang
en svarttrost vekker oss med sang
enliten båt glir avsted
mellom natt og dag i fjordens led
ved Hvitsten der vi bor
Jæger retter seg og ror
Nok en natt
er over, lyset kommer brått
Min søster er litt trett
Et dampskip fløyter, han ror rett
mot dette hus, det var alt
og jeg skjelver, det er ganske kaldt
men Oda Lasson ler
mot sin bleke kavaler
Båten blir
fortøyd til bryggen nedenfor
mitt vindu, de står opp
Han prøver løfte hennes kropp
Han elsker alt det hun er
Men han skjønner at han er for nær
Han kysser hennes hår.
Solen kommer, og han går

(translation)

Hunter rudder
and Oda sits in front
in a barge that they have taken
I'm standing by the window tonight
and a violin is my consolation
Soon the summer wind will herald autumn
But the light is in the north
Be blessed you as helmsman
The boat glides
Now Jæger is releasing the years
and extends far forward
She takes his hand, it's his home
She laughs, I see that a barge
turns his nose down so shyly in shame
for what happens on board
and the feverish words
Something is happening
He's lying there with his head in it
my sister's dark lap
a blackbird wakes us with song
a small boat glides away
between night and day in the fjord
at Hvitsten where we live
Hunter straightens and rudders
Another night
is over, the light comes abruptly
My sister is a little tired
A steamship whistles, he steers straight
against this house, that was all
and I'm shaking, it's pretty cold
but Oda Lasson laughs
against his pale cavaliers
The boat stays
moored to the pier below
my window, they stand up
He tries to lift her body
He loves everything she is
But he realizes that he is too close
He kisses her hair.
The sun comes and he goes