Wrote this a couple o years ago in Norway, as a poetry task in a norwegian class actually, came out pretty straight, takk til min norsk-lærer Anton Løkken. English translate below.
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
In my forest.-*
In my forest there are creatures who your never gonna see
In my forest there are tones like a soul that walk with me
There exists a darkness that tightens all its strings
It is in this darkness all my bluetones ring
In my forest all of breath and all that breathes belongs to me
In my forest all my creatures are allowed to rage wild and free
thats why I walk there
and not here.
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