Noen kommer, noen går [English translation]

The wind rides high in the sky

over sea and land and city.

The storm rages heavy and white.

Grief and death do not come here!

Some come, some go.

Some die in the prime of life.

Stars shine white.

Maybe it was that once you bore

a wreath of myrtle in your hair

Maybe after the day's deed

Your hair will get a silver thread.

Some come, some go.

Some die in the prime of life.

Stars shine white.

Where you tread a trail and road

follow many after you

Make sure that there always grow

flowers in your ploughshare furrow.

Some come, some go.

Some die in the prime of life.

Stars shine white.

Life weaves on its tapestry

what you do, think, write

Everything stands in the tapestry

Life's shuttle goes and goes.

Some come, some go.

Some die in the prime of life.

Stars shine white.

• Artist:Helene Bøksle
• Album:Godnatt, min Skatt