I'm singing a song for you (sorry, it's in Norwegian, but I'll translate as well as I can):

Kvi gjeng du så einsleg og stundar bak hytte all dagen så lang? Kom heller til fjellet til me, du. Eg skal lindra din sorg med min sang.

(Why do you go so lonely behind the cabin all day so long? Come instead to the mountain to me. I will ease your pain with my song.)

Eg sitt liksom stengt I et fengsel bak glimmande snøklede fjell. å viste du båre min lengsel, så kom du på einaste kveld.

(I sit like locked in a prison behind glimmering sno-clad mountains. Surely you bare my longing, so come this only evening.)

Du vilje på valje dei gløyma, men så kom eg bort på din vei. Eg så deg, men kunne ikke gløyma. Du leiken kvar nått i min draum.

(You would forget your value, but I come away on your way. I saw you, but could not forget. You play each night in my dream.)


<font color=blue>Life is filled with tragedy; if you let it overwhelm you, you cannot enjoy life's innocent pleasures. -Robert Heinlein</font color=blue>