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  • 作曲 : Per Fredrik Pellek Asly
    Filled my wicker basket to the brim with salt-spicy foods –I feel like a king
    Because now, in a few thousand miles,
    I've seen and done it all!
    All thanks to my daughter who understood that treatment would do me no good
    Now in less than a year I've been everywhere,
    Mostly at sea and some in the air flying high!
    From my cold Norway along the coast
    Through Russian waters in my old boat
    And we challenged the Sea of Okhotsk
    Volcanoes and Japanese docks
    Temples and a kind monk who shared his tea
    With a freezing Norwegian from the sea
    We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine,
    Heard the island tern's soft scream
    The lighthouse at God's Pocket, sea stars and seals –
    Orca whales in the gleam
    Shining down through junipers and silver firs,
    I pulled our provisions right out of the earth
    Through a modernized, scary dark place
    I ran and I ran through fire and flames
    And I rebuilt a worn out balloon,
    Sailed in the air with the sun and the moon
    Now I'm flying away, up, up and away
    We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine,
    Heard the island tern's soft scream
    The lighthouse at God's Pocket, sea stars and seals –
    Orca whales in the gleam
  • 作曲 : Per Fredrik Pellek Asly
    Filled my wicker basket to the brim with salt-spicy foods –I feel like a king
    Because now, in a few thousand miles,
    I've seen and done it all!
    All thanks to my daughter who understood that treatment would do me no good
    Now in less than a year I've been everywhere,
    Mostly at sea and some in the air flying high!
    From my cold Norway along the coast
    Through Russian waters in my old boat
    And we challenged the Sea of Okhotsk
    Volcanoes and Japanese docks
    Temples and a kind monk who shared his tea
    With a freezing Norwegian from the sea
    We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine,
    Heard the island tern's soft scream
    The lighthouse at God's Pocket, sea stars and seals –
    Orca whales in the gleam
    Shining down through junipers and silver firs,
    I pulled our provisions right out of the earth
    Through a modernized, scary dark place
    I ran and I ran through fire and flames
    And I rebuilt a worn out balloon,
    Sailed in the air with the sun and the moon
    Now I'm flying away, up, up and away
    We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine,
    Heard the island tern's soft scream
    The lighthouse at God's Pocket, sea stars and seals –
    Orca whales in the gleam