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Sjelen Spise Sakte

På skjønnhet blir blikket mitt aldri mett.
Bare så eg har sagt det.
Det nytes i langsomme åndedrett.
Sjelen spise sakte.

Me satt på ein terrasse i Toscana,
Utsikten tok pusten fra oss.
Me klarte ikkje la vær å glo og glana.
Me satt fjetra te vertinnå ba oss
Te et bord med de nydeligste retter
Så overdådig at det va'kje te å tru.
Me var klar te å sprenga samtlige budjetter.
Me var i himmelen - eg og du
I himmelen - eg og du.
Seinare i den røde solnedgangen
- Heilt satt ut av at vakre du var min -
Tok eg forsiktig ein liten slurk om gangen
Av rein lykke og ein guddommelig god vin

På skjønnhet blir blikket mitt aldri mett.
Bare så eg har sagt det.
Det nytes i langsomme åndedrett.
Sjelen spise sakte.

Det var sol og varmt, et opplagt klisterføre.
Gleden øve dagen var intens.
Viddå var nok trøtt av påskekjøret
For bare eg var innrømt audiens.
Det var ein dag for å kjenna seg litt liten,
Takknemlig for ka livet hadde å gi.
På toppen stoppa eg og kjente meg godt sliten.
Då fauk ein lett fortumla sommarfugl forbi,
Ein lett fortumla sommarfugl forbi.
Som Ustetind og Skarven kan gå god for,
Var eg som sommarfuglen rysta og sjokkert.
Og lykkelig og takknemlig fekk eg ro for,
At og i år ville våren bli levert.

På skjønnhet blir blikket mitt aldri mett.
Bare så eg har sagt det.
Det nytes i langsomme åndedrett.
Sjelen spise sakte.
Sjelen spise sakte.

Soul Eating Slowly

My gaze on beauty is never satisfied.
Just so that I said it.
It is enjoyed in slow breaths.
The soul eating slowly.

We sat on a terrace in Tuscany,
The view took my breath away.
We couldn't help staring and staring.
We sat mesmerized until the hostess asked us
To a table with the most beautiful dishes
So magnificent that it was unbelievable.
We were ready to blow all our budgets.
We were in heaven - you and I
In heaven - you and I.
Later, in the red sunset
- Completely amazed that you beautiful one were mine -
I slowly took a sip
Of pure happiness and a wine that was divinely good

My gaze on beauty is never satisfied.
Just so that I said it.
It is enjoyed in slow breaths.
The soul eating slowly.

It was sunny and warm, an obvious day for skiing.
My happiness for the day was intense.
The mountains were probably tired of Easter skiing
Because I was the only one permitted an audience.
It was a day to feel a little small,
Grateful for what life had to offer.
At the top, I stopped and felt worn out.
Then a slightly dazed butterfly flew past,
A slightly dazed butterfly flew past.
As Ustetind and Skarven can testify,
I was as shocked and shaken as the butterfly.
And, happy and grateful, I found peace,
That spring would be delivered again this year.

My gaze on beauty is never satisfied.
Just so that I said it.
It is enjoyed in slow breaths.
The soul eating slowly.
The soul eating slowly.