Bjørn Eidsvåg - Kyrie - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Bjørn Eidsvåg - Kyrie




Kyrie
Kyrie
Du låg skjelvande av angst kne og
You lay in fear and trembled at the knee,
Svetten rant som blod
Sweat ran like blood,
Og venene du hadde med
And the friends you had with you,
Dei sov i største ro
They slept in the deepest peace.
Dei svikta du trengte dei
They failed you when you needed them,
Du hadde gitt dei alt
You had given them everything,
Dei valde minste motstands vei
They chose the path of least resistance,
Og svikta det gjaldt
And failed when it mattered.
Og eg har tenkt
And I have thought
Det sko 'kje eg ha gjort
That I would not have done that
Eg sko ha kjempa saman med deg
I would have fought alongside you,
Holdt rundt deg og tørka svetten bort
Held you close and wiped away the sweat,
Gjort ka eg kunne for å gle deg
Done what I could to make you glad.
Dei dømde deg te død og pine
They condemned you to death and torment,
Spotta deg og lo
Mocked and laughed at you,
Og ein av dei du kalla dine fornekta og bedro
And one of those you called your own betrayed and denied you,
Han svikta du trengte han
He failed you when you needed him,
Du hadde gitt ham alt
You had given him everything,
Han var ein veik og vesal mann
He was a weak and cowardly man,
Som svikta det gjalt
Who failed when it mattered.
Og eg har tenkt
And I have thought
Det sko 'kje eg ha gjort
That I would not have done that
Eg sko ha kjempa saman med deg
I would have fought alongside you,
Holdt rundt deg og tørka svetten bort
Held you close and wiped away the sweat,
Gjort ka eg kunne for å gle deg
Done what I could to make you glad.
Men eg vet at eg og svikte
But I know that I too betray,
Fornekte og bedrar
Deny and deceive,
Eg gjer'kje det eg vet eg plikte
I do not do what I know I should,
E hjertelaus og hard
I am heartless and cruel,
Likasel for andres nød
Indifferent to the suffering of others,
Ofte blind for venners sorg
Often blind to the sorrows of my friends,
Ka bryr det meg dei andres død
What do I care for the death of others,
Min kulde e fast ein borg
My coldness is a fortress so impregnable.
Likavel e du lika glad i meg
Yet you still love me just the same,
Tilgir meg alle feilå mine
Forgive me all my faults,
Stille tar du kappå di av deg
You quietly take off your coat,
Og tar te å vaske beina mine
And begin to wash my feet.
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Writer(s): Bjorn Eidsvag, Bjorn Holm, Anders Engen, David Wallumroed, Kjetil Steensnas, Johannes Leonard Rusten


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