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Vi hadde gått langt i gamle brosteinsgate
Brosteinsgate e ikkje lagd for stilett
Vi gikk der husan står trangt
Vi behøvde ikkje prate
Det va sommer
Og vi gikk sannnen ganske tett
Du fikk se ei kneipe
Vi gikk inn ei dør
Og ned nån trinn
Dit kor aldri sommern lukkes inn
Vi trengte kanskje litt tid
Tel å venne oss tel mørket
Her va bare duse lampe tent
Her hadde dagen tatt fri
Her va rått og ingen tørke
Vi fant et bord
Her høsten bodde permanent
Københavnerkneipa fant vi inn ei dør
Og ned nån trinn
Dit kor aldri sommem lukkes inn
Ho kan ha vært 16 år
Der ho kom imella bordan
Bleik og vever med fortynna blikk
Ho hadde langt, slitent hår
Og ho leita etter ordan
Spurte lavt etter penga tel en trikk
Københavnerkneipe-kelnern
Bad ho gå et anna sted
Vi bad jenta om å sett sæ ned
Æ sa såvidt et par ord
Da ho nesten blei på gråten spurte om ho kunne få ei øl sa ho kom hit ifjor
Klassetur med danskebåten æ hørte nu
At ho va nordnorsk som mæ sjøl
Sa ho kom fra Senja
Fra et værhardt lite
Feskevær
Sa: Det storme ennu hardar her
Da vi endelig gikk
Så vi gjennom kjellerruta
At ho igjen gikk mndt og tigde mynt og børst Ho nådde aldri nån trikk
Kom sæ sikkert aldri ut av
Kneipa der
Ho hadde gått for lenge tørst

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We had walked far on old cobblestone streets
Cobblestone streets are not made for stilettos
We walked where the houses stand narrow
We did not need to talk
It was summer
And we walked so close together
You saw a pub
We walked through a door
And down some steps
To where summer never shines
Perhaps we needed some time
To get used to the darkness
Here only dim lamps were lit
Here the day had taken a break
It was damp and musty
We found a table
Here autumn resided permanently
We found the Copenhagen pub through a door
And down some steps
To where summer never shines
She could have been 16 years old
As she came between the tables
Pale and fragile with a desperate look
She had long, unkempt hair
And she was searching for words
Softly asking for money for a tram
The Copenhagen pub waiter
Told her to go somewhere else
We asked the girl to sit down
I barely said a few words
When she almost started to cry, I asked if she could have a beer, she said she came here last year
Class trip with the Danish ferry, I heard
That she was a northern Norwegian like me
She said she came from Senja
From a rugged little
Fishing village
She said: It storms even harder here
When we finally left
We saw through the basement window
That she was begging again, begging for coins and cigarettes, she never caught a tram
Probably never got out of
The pub
She had been thirsty for too long