Mine Sne Hjerte

Soft whites in a steady cascade,

Of flakes, og perler or fragile hoar frost and rime

Of gentle sounds and dampened footsteps…

I come, born from arctic blood

Of Mo i Rana and fjørds cut deep.

Blue eyes flecked in silver and storm

As still as waters fractured with ice

Mine hjerte synger med winter light

Of long dark nights og branden  bright

Vi findes vores stemme med hver nyt søvn

Strong and steady and in continuous chorus it rises;

To meet the morning of the first fallen snow.