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Nostalgia

Like the weeping willow
Sad and tired above the lake,
In the transparent mirror
Of freezing sources,
 
Look at my alter ego
Inside what I am no longer,
All my memories of a
life that was once
move on...
 
Nostalgia, you're my lover,
You are the most faithful and sincere.
You understand me, you always defend me,
You are my real partner with me.
~ ~ ~
 
How many times have I believed
To have erred in life,
As if being lost
Between the truth and the lie.
 
Red thread between fingers -
My thoughts and feelings -
Stringo strong and meeting
Always at [my] side, nostalgia!
 
Nostalgia, you're my lover,
You are the most faithful and sincere.
You understand me, you always defend me,
You are my real partner with me.
 
No, don't make me suffer
If at nightfall you fill my mind and heart
With beautiful poems, photos,
Hope and love.
 
Nostalgia, you're my lover,
You're the most faithful and sincere.
You understand me, you defend me always,
With me you're a true partner,
True, true, true...
 

Lonely Accordion

Quiet town at night is so comforting
Doors won’t squeak, no more lights that are lit
Just a lonesome accordion wandering
Somewhere far away down the street
 
It goes far in the fields through the gateway
Then it comes back to town again
Just as if it is asking for pity
And can’t find anyone to complain
 
Night gets cooler, the darkness gets deeper
Apple blossom is white as the snow
Just come tell us who made you a weeper
The accordionist a young beau…
 
May be your joy is not far away
Just not sure if she is the one
So then why are you wandering restless
Keeping young ladies piece so undone…
 
Quiet city at night is so comforting
Doors won’t squeak, no more lights that are lit
Just a lonesome accordion wandering
Somewhere far away down the street
 
V.L. (Vesper Lynd) aka Eva Trussell

Where Love Is Cradled

Calm is the night
which the day comes from
Calm is the mind
where tones jump forth
And here I am
 
Calm is the ocean
which whispers my answers
Calm am I
when memories die
And here I am
 
Where love is cradled
with the blazing life
rumbling in me
Come and play
from the quay of silence
 
Calm as the tear
when the smile appears
Calm as the darkness
when the light makes its way in
And here I am
 
By the cradle of love
with the blazing life
rumbling in me
Come and play
from the quay of silence
 
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Bitter-sweet affair

So, you see dear, there is no solace without the tears...
Seasoning for a meal for you I'll prepare:
And may aftertaste seams spicy and bitter.
I will add for you poison lips covered in honey:
Kiss-kiss, and I'll sting you, watch me,
And I'll start kissing again, kissing without stopping.
I will add for you poison lips covered in honey:
Kiss-kiss, and I'll sting you, watch me,
And I'll start kissing again, kissing without stopping.
 
In an instance you get bored with a sweet taste.
From that to be saved everyone has his own way:
One is sucking bitter vodka alone, one embracing a wife, not his own...
So you don't look at someone else wives and get aroused-
Oh no, I won't trust you with someone else spouse! -
And delicious, and tart food I'll prepare myself.
So you don't look at someone else wives and get aroused-
Oh no, I won't trust you with someone else spouse! -
And delicious, and tart food I'll prepare myself.
 
...From haven without an end, to hell without borders and gates...
You can see, you can hear, but you don't have faith-
I will tell the truth, let it pierce like a touch of metal with sharp end:
Enchant me, my sweetheart, like you know enchant me, my dear,
Give me some joy and and give some tears,
And only don't give me dead indifference as a torment.
Enchant me, my sweetheart, like you know enchant me, my dear,
Give me some joy and and give some tears,
And only don't give me dead indifference as a torment.
 

When

[Verse 1: Thøger Dixgaard]
There's nothing strange about the fact that
We bump into each other all the time
I think I'm just going to the same places
It's not like I know where
I can't hide it anymore
Cause I know that it's too late
And things are not as they should be
That's our little secret
 
[Build: Rud Aslak]
We just go with the flow (go with the flow)
If it was just the two of us (if it was just the two of us)
We just go with the flow (we just go with the flow)
If it was just the two of us
 
[Chorus: Rud Aslak & Thøger Dixgaard]
It's not everything one need to talk about
Yes, can you tell me, can you tell me when?
Not alt, we need to talk about
Can you tell me, can you tell me when?
 
[Verse 2: Rud Aslak]
We know something, we know of a secret
Cause I can see you, before you know it
Yeah, now you know
Yeah, it's you and me (it's you and me)
 
[Build: Rud Aslak]
We just go with the flow (go with the flow)
If it was just the two of us (if it was just the two of us)
We just go with the flow (we just go with the flow)
If it was just the two of us
 
[Chorus: Rud Aslak & Thøger Dixgaard]
It's not everything you need to talk about
Yes, can du tell me, can you tell me when?
Not alt, we need to talk about
Can you tell me, can you tell me when?
It's not everything you need to talk about
Yes, can du tell me, can you tell me when?
Not alt, we need to talk about
Can you tell me, can you tell me when?
 

Bright is the night

Night is bright, quiet moonlight above the river,
And the blue wave shines with silver.
Dark forest... There, in the quiet of emerald branches
Nightingale doesn't sing it's sonorous songs.
 
Blue flowers are blossomed under the moon,
They waking up the dreams in my heart.
I'm flying to you in my dreams, repeating your name,
Dear friend, gentle friend, I'm missing you.
 
Dear friend, gentle friend, loving you as before,
I remember you under the moon this night.
This night under the moon in a foreign land,
Dear friend, gentle friend, remember me.
 
Dear friend, gentle friend, remember me!
 

The minutes of silence

Oddly enough, in days of war
There are minutes of silence,
When the battle fall silent of tiredness
And you almost don't hear explosions.
And we standing in days of war,
Deafened by silence.
 
It happens so in days of war-
We are dreaming in the trenches,
We are dreaming about prewar villages,
Where in the windows the lights are lit.
And in dugouts in days of war
Breathing with peace our dreams.
 
How to anticipate in advance
Hard road of rifle companies,
Who will get to the nearest river crossing,
Who will reach long awaited victory?
How to anticipate in advance,
Hard road of rifle companies?
 
Oddly enough, in days of war
There are minutes of silence,
When the battle fall silent of tiredness
And you almost don't hear explosions.
And we standing in days of war,
Deafened by silence.
 

I serve Russia

I know that at home you are grieving,
I left to serve,
Otherwise - forgive me -
I don't know how to live.
There may be a line of obstacles
In our life
I ask only one thing from you -
Wait for me.
 
Don't forget the soldier,
His best regard is when you
Send letters - in answer he,
Through slanting rains,
Sends the simple words, 'I serve Russia.'
 
'I serve Russia.'
 
If only I could hug you,
Take your hand,
But again my officer
 
Yells to me, 'Fire.'
I know you and I see the same dreams,
While demob* seems as far away as the moon.
 
Don't forget the soldier,
His best regard is when you
Send letters - in answer he,
Through slanting rains,
Sends the simple words, 'I serve Russia.'
 
Don't forget the soldier,
His best regard is when you
Send letters - in answer he,
Through slanting rains,
Sends the simple words, 'I serve Russia.'
 
'I serve Russia.'
'I serve Russia.'
 

How can time last forever

It's Paris from my childhood
Here started the journey of my life
In the cold, dark attic
Of an artist and his wife
 
I have the memory with me
It's just as unclear
Here I can feel from my childhood
Has been
 

Somewhere far away

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Far away from this weary fray,
Keen heartache, all my dreams to forsake,
Bear me high into a cold grey sky
Taking wing to the home that waits there
From this place to the home that awaits me...
 
Days gone by, where the sunlight glints
On grass-lined banks, let me catch just a glimpse
Of those distant hills and those yearned-for shores,
Ach, if I could I would fly back to them
And I’d swim in those crystal waters…
 
Somewhere far away, very far away,
Raindrops are falling from high,
By the little stream, in the orchard glade,
Where boughs of cherries are bent to the ground.
Somewhere far away, in my memory,
Now, as in childhood, I see –
Though smothered, like rooftops,
With the dull, heavy snows of the winter –
 
Stormy skies, let your tears baptise
Souls that are scarred, but that's not all that we are,
Mesmerised, by what's been memorised,
I’ll lift my gaze to the wide blue yonder
And from there I will seek for the answer...
 
Far away from this weary fray,
Keen heartache, all my dreams to forsake,
Bear me high into a cold grey sky
Taking wing to the home that waits there
From this place to the home that's awaiting me.