In my forrest.-*

A translation of one of my poems originally in Norwegian and the original poem below.

In my forrest.-*

In my forrest there are creatures that you`re never gonna see
In my forrest there are tones like a soul that walks with me

There exists a darkness that tightens all its strings
It is in this darkness my blue-tones ring

In my forrest all of breath and all that breathes belongs to me
In my forrest all my creatures are allowed to rage free


Thats why I walk there
and not here...




I mine skoger.-*

I mine skoger finnes vesen du aldri vil få se
I mine skoger finnes toner som en sjel jeg vandrer med

Der finnes et mørke som spenner sine strenger
Det er i det mørket mine blåtoner henger

I mine skoger er alles pust og alt som puster mitt
I mine skoger kan alle mine vesen rase fritt


Derfor vandrer jeg der
Og ikke her...