• Язык:
    Новонорвежский (Nynorsk)

Barndom

Детство

Som barn elska eg enger store
som søte av honning låg,
i skogsnar var eg på sporet
av oksehorn gøymde blant strå.

Kvar busk, grå i vegkantstøvet,
ropte: «Eg leiker med deg,
gå varsamt ikring meg, prøv meg,
og eg seier kven eg er, eg!»

Den haustlige, ville vinden
lét leiken ta slutt da den kvein,
og hjartet slo lenger inne
i lykka, og eg var ikkje ein

Som døde, for vennene mine
borre og hestehov var,
og bakom himlane hine
vil eg brått gjette alle svar.
Og derfor er det eg elskar
den tordnande leiken krig:
vårt blod er ikkje meir heilagt
enn smaragd som i grassevja stig.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    Сhildhood
  • Артур Лехман
    Childhood
  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
    Dzieciństwo
  • Чешский
    Ярослав Кабичек
    Dětství
  • Мария Марчанова
    Dětství

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