| Kvær lysklynga ligge påhjemvei -ei døsige natt.
| Kvær the cluster of lights lying on the way home - a drowsy night.
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| Dorr e lys i ei åssida, varme fra vennlige kott.
| Dorr e light on a hillside, warmth from friendly cones.
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| Detta håpløsa vakra -kor har me det fra?
| This hopelessly beautiful choir got it from me?
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| Slumrande minner -kor alt går bra.
| Slumbering memories - everything goes well.
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| Lysålangs veien.
| Light along the road.
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| Lys.
| Light.
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| Sangane e bare te, de va her fra før.
| The songs are just tea, they were here before.
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| Musikken glir over ein kanal, og åpne ei dør.
| The music slides over a channel, and open a door.
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| Ein gutt med gitar seie: Stilig, mann.
| A boy with a guitar says: Stylish, man.
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| Eg digge denna here -la oss starta band!
| I dig this here - let's start a band!
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| Lysålangs veien.
| Light along the road.
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| Lys.
| Light.
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| Stupa inn imot ein by,
| Plunge into a city,
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| Kjenna byen favna deg påny.
| Get to know the city embrace you again.
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| Funkle, gir deg ly.
| Sparkle, gives you shelter.
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| Blunke, gir deg ly.
| Blink, give you shelter.
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| Lys.
| Light.
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| Me blei født i forgårs,
| I was born the day before yesterday,
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| og inni et sirkus av lys…
| and inside a circus of light…
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| Eg sko tatt det toget som gjekk fra stasjonen halv ni.
| I took the train that left the station at half past eight.
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| Men eg nådde det aldri -og venta te langt over ti.
| But I never got there - and waited for tea well past ten.
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| Såeg fant meg ein plass -kor du satt og skein.
| Then I found a place - where you sat and laughed.
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| Og eg drog påein slump -og du sko den veien.
| And I went by accident - and you went that way.
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| Lysålangs veien.
| Light along the road.
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| Lys.
| Light.
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| Stupa inn imot ein by.
| Plunge into a city.
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| Kjenna byen favna deg påny.
| Get to know the city embrace you again.
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| Funkle, gir deg ly.
| Sparkle, gives you shelter.
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| Blunke, gir deg ly.
| Blink, give you shelter.
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| Lys. | Light. |