Saknet

Mørke spaigla mine kjainsle, men da e ait hål i spaiggedl
Ait hål so ikkje enda, akkorat so sakne i sjeli mi
Håle e so sakne i sjeli mi. Sakne e so håle, endelaust
Sakne itte nåke inårmt so eg hadde, da eg hadde va lika stort so sakne
inårmt... Eg lika smerte, men eg lika ra igentle ikkje...

Eg skrike, men eg skrike igentle ikkje...
Eg dåyr, men eg dåyr igentle ikkje...
Eg sakna... Fø meg e mørke so dagen fø deg å ri andre.

Fø meg e dagen so mørke fø deg å ri andre
Fø meg e skrike so lattern fø deg å ri andre
Fø meg e dauen so live fø deg å ri andre.

Dystert da e, å tainkja slik, dystert da e, å vera slik
dystert da e, å liva slik, dystert da e, eg lika ra slik
Dystert e ra å dystert ska ra vera. Mørt e ra å mørt ska ra vera
Ont e ra å ont ska ra vera. Sakne e rar, men da ska rar ikkje vera
Da ain ikkje bør gjera e da eg sakna meste
da ain ikkje bør saia e da eg sakna meste, du skjønna kå eg maina
da e deg eg sakna adle meste...
Da eg ha møst ha saora, da vi'kkje bedra seg me aori.

Da ha berra våre ont, å sakna ha våre tongt
Smerte, no lika e'ra... Skrik, no skrike eg
Dau, no dåyr eg... Sakn, eg sakna reg
Eg dåyr fø'ra eg sakna... Å eg sakna itte dauen.

[English translation:]

The darkness mirrors my feelings, but there's a hole in the mirror
A hole that never ends, just like the longing in my soul
The hole is like the longing in my soul
The longing is like the hole, endless
The longing after something enormous that I had
what I had was as big as the longing enormous.

I like pain, but I don't really like it
I scream, but I don't really scream
I'm dying, but I'm not really dying
I miss.

Before me is darkness, like the day is before you and the others
Before me is the day, like the darkness before you and the others
Before me is the scream, like the laughter before you and the others
Before me is death, like life is before you and the others.

Gloomy is it, to think like this, gloomy is it to be like this
Gloomy is it, to live like this, gloomy it is, I like it that way
Gloomy is it and gloomy shall it be
Dark is it and dark shall it be
Painful is it and painful shall it be.

The Longing is the, but that shall not be
What you shall not do is what I miss the most
What you shall not say is what I miss the most, you understand what I mean
it's you I miss most of all...

What I've lost have hurted, it won't get better as the years go by
It has only been painful, and the longing has been heavy
Pain, now I like it... Scream, now I scream...
Die, now I die... Longing, I miss you...
I die because I miss... And I don't miss death.