PERFECT WATER
Perfect water - the dark wind braids the waves.
The crazed birds raid the trees. Is this our destiny?
To join our hands at sea - and slowly sink, and slowly think:
This is perfect water, passing over me.
Do you know Jacques Cousteau when they said on the radio
That he hears bells in random order, deep beneath the perfect water?
Love! That is frightening, but still so inviting.
To drown inside a sound that lay so far underground.
And to think... And to think:
This is perfect water, passing over me.
To flow inside the spiral tide;
To drown my eyes like a blind ride.
And to cross the perils of black water -
It waits for me like mother and daughter.
A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
Perfect water. I dream this dream within the deep and warm Gulf Stream.
Where two blocks of ice melt into my hands like dice,
And I roll seven on the floor of the sea!
And I roll seven on the floor of the sea!
And I feel the perfect water, washing over me.
To flow inside the spiral tide;
To drown my eyes like a blind ride.
And to cross the perils of black water -
It waits for me like mother and daughter.
A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
A life! A strange!
A life! A strange!
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Du øydela min veg, og fred med mitt folk
Du sverta mitt namn, dei trudde deg
D trudde min lagnad var spott og spe
Du trudde eg med mitt banesår døydde
Du trudde eg aldri skulle reisa meg
Du trudde lyset var din ven,
at du av dt var komen
Du trudde ale ville lystra ddeg
og gløyme valfaders gåver
Du gløymde din far sine vise ord
om svik, lagnad og død.
Du gløymde di plikt
som ein kjempande mann
og drap din bror I sveven.
Du trudde tid lækja