Tulus — Gravstenskygge song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Gravstenskygge" by Tulus.
Lyrics
Din? tt er fengslet i gr? kald jord
i muld under gravstenskugge.
I hvilel? s s? vn ligger eldgammel bror
en s? ster kom rett fra vugge.
Begravd gjennom? r etter? r av d? d viet den siste respekt,
begravd gjennom tider av anger og n? d smuldrer din verdige slekt.
Din forfaders? nd er sivet ut i makkjord i gravstenskugge.
Din forfaders? nd strever i muld
p? sten er Fred hugget.
Sjeler strever og lengter til vinden
de trykkes i blytung jord.
Sjelene fra barna, fra mannen og kvinnen
de lengter til vind, der det gror.
Din? tt er fengslet i gr? kald jord
i muld under gravstenskugge.
I hvilel? s s? vn ligger eldgammel bror
en s? ster kom rett fra vugge.
Du tr? r p? rimfrosne blader som knuses
du st? r der i gravstenskuggen.
De f? ler din n? rhet, ?nder beruses
og sprenger sitt gjenferd til kulden.
Sjeler strevde og lengtet til vinden
de bodde i blytung jord.
Sjelene fra barna, fra mannen og kvinnen
de lengtet til vind, der det gror
Lyrics translation
Your? tt is imprisoned in gr? cold soil
in the mole under the tombstone gorge.
At rest? s s? vn lies ancient brother
A s? ster came straight from the cradle.
Buried through? r after? r of d? d devoted the last respect,
buried through Times of regret and n? d crumbling your worthy genus.
Your ancestor? nd is seeped out in makkjord in gravstenskugge.
Your ancestor? nd strive in moles
p? Stone is peace hewn.
Souls strive and yearn to the wind
they are pressed in lead-heavy soil.
The souls of the children, from the man and the woman
they yearn to wind, where it grows.
Your? tt is imprisoned in gr? cold soil
in the mole under the tombstone gorge.
At rest? s s? vn lies ancient brother
A s? ster came straight from the cradle.
You tr? r p? finely frozen leaves that are crushed
you st? r there in Tombstone gorge.
They f? laughing your n? rhet, ?nder beruses
and blasts his ghost to the cold.
Souls struggled and yearned to the wind
they lived in lead-heavy soils.
The souls of the children, from the man and the woman
they longed for the wind, where it grows