Paroles et traduction Exodus feat. Bjarte Leithaug - Hem'lige Disipler

Hem'lige Disipler

Allerede første gang eg såg han
Visste eg at han var blitt en del av livet mitt
OG eg visste at eg hadde sett,
Gud i en tømmermann – en vanlig mann fra Nasaret
Han vi ventet på var her nå
Men du vet: Stå fram og si det
Var jo medlem av det høye råd,
Skulle likevel ha stilt meg ved hans side
Men som Peter stod eg utenfor – og gråt...
Men hem'lige disipler skriver stadige kapitler
I historien om feighet og svik
Så dagen da han døde, trosset eg hver jøde
Eg stod fram og sa; at eg kjente ham,
La meg begrave ham.
Ingen kan forstå hvordan det føltes,
Da vi gikk avsted til korset for å ta ham ned
Han som var vårt håp og mulighet
Hang der blant røvere,
Ja vi korsfestet Guds profet
Ham vi ventet på var her nå,
Og det var forsent å si det
I Det høye råd –der ble han dømt
Og da skulle eg ha stilt meg ved hans side
Men eg sviktet og eg stod utenfor og gråt...
Men hem'lige disipler skriver stadige kapitler
I historien om feighet og svik
Så dagen da han døde, trosset eg hver jøde
Eg stod fram og sa; at eg kjente ham,
La meg begrave ham.
Det skulle bli, alt eg fekk gi: En grav

Secret Disciples

The first time I saw him, I knew
He was going to be a part of my life
I knew that I had seen,
God in a carpenter – an ordinary man from Nazareth
The one we had been waiting for was here
But you know: Stand up and say it
Was a member of the high council,
Could still have stood by his side
But like Peter, I stood outside and cried...
But secret disciples write constant chapters
In the story of cowardice and betrayal
So the day he died, I defied every Jew
I stood up and said; that I knew him,
Let me bury him.
No one can understand how it felt,
As we walked to the cross to take him down
He who was our hope and possibility
Hanging there among thieves,
Yes, we crucified God's prophet
The one we had been waiting for was here,
And it was too late to say it
In the High Council - there he was condemned
And then I should have stood by his side
But I failed and I stood outside and cried...
But secret disciples write constant chapters
In the story of cowardice and betrayal
So the day he died, I defied every Jew
I stood up and said; that I knew him,
Let me bury him.
It was going to be, all I could give: A tomb