Текст: Rebekka Karijord. Evensong.

He hands me curious , small, transparent glints
which tip-toe carefully up and down my spine.
Movements within me , saying.
"Come to me , come, come."

His signals send little messengers of lust,
who bring me all this euphoric happiness.
Movements within me, saying:
"Come to me, come , come."

I say his name in my sleep,
and wake from it full of wonder.
Comforted by his breathing , his hand by my nose.
Then I return to my dreams,
and crawl straight into my greatest fears,
-a duel against my ego , my need to be strong :

I will not run anymore!
I think I?ve finally found
what I?ve been longing for,
-I?ll stay here
for ever more

These feelings stir up my selfishness and so
I realize that his presense makes me whole!
Movements within me, saying :
"Come to me , come, come."

Far away, he?s as close as one can be,
in all I say , all I do ,

he follows me through it,
within me, saying :
"Come to me , come , come."

I wonder, what is to come?
Will I maintain this safety?
Afraid that my dumb confusions will scare him away
But when I, awake by his side,
sense it again so clearly,
-All I am sighs with pleasure:
"This is ment to be."

I will not run anymore!
I think I?ve finally found
what I`ve been longing for,
-I?ll stay here
forever more

Stay for ever more.
Rest here in my hand.
Stay for ever more.
I will understand.
Stay for ever more.
Come now! Come to me!
Stay forever more.
This is ment to be ..