[Intro] [Verse 1] We sit down at a café and we talk about the weather. The weather, I say, makes no strand. We are in it together. [Verse 2] What about the wind and rain, you ask and make a gesture. By it the weather is a pain, I say, as if by torture. [Chorus] In Norway, know, it is a verb, I say, to weather, meaning “to be”. You see, the one superb is not on playing leaning. [Bridge] That is fantastic, you say. Glow! Give me to feel the summer! I smile, and say, what are you now? The “be’ar” playing drummer? [Instrumental] [Chorus] In Norway, know, it is a verb, I say, to weather, meaning “to be”. You see, the one superb is not on playing leaning. [Bridge] That is fantastic, you say. Glow! Give me to feel the summer! I smile, and say, what are you now? The “be’ar” playing drummer? [Verse 3] You laugh, and say, a busy “bee” I am, now, in that respect! The Viking is to me, you see, to kill by sound intellect! [Outro] The Viking is to me, you see, to weather, damned to be …
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