why?

I don't know what to do,
all I think about is you,
and why you did go away.

I don't know what to say,
I think about you night and day.
Thinking why did you go away.

You never thought about yourself,
always thinking of someone else,
thinking "how is his health?"

you were good, and you were kind,
you are always on my mind.
I wonder, are you fine?

well, I know you are fine.
because in heaven you are fine.


nogen gång savna nogen?
dæ he jaffal æg.. når nogen nærme dæg dør, varte dæ som regel et stort savn for di fleste. der andre då sedde sæg å male, elle skrive dikt, skrive æg då sanga. denne æ en av di fusste æg he skreve, egentle kårte, kjedelige å alt sånt, men kvær gång æg savne nogen så æ dæ den æg synge... lykke te folkens=)