Solefald - Christania Lyrics

{Edvard Munch in Christiania
Painter in the poor capital of
A spoon-like strip of land

He painted a self portrait in Hell
And herad Death speaking French
His anguish is remembered
And works of art extolled

Munch}

Beboere av Christiania, fÃƒÂ¶l min angst!
Himmeln den lave brenner et bÃƒÂ¥l, men dere ser ikke opp
Dere ser pÃƒÂ¥ meg med grÃƒÂ¶ne fjes
Aldri noensinne vil dere forstÃ‚Â°a!
Beboere av Christiania, fÃƒÂ¶l min angst!
Jeg hever blikket mot den synkende himmels flammer
og dere ser, dere ser
Dere ser mitt selvportrett i helvete

{Death}

Je suis venu pour recolter les malades
Je suis venu pour fÃƒÂªter leurs maladies
La misere me nouritt
La misere me renforce
Il n'y a plus de Bible dans salle des malades
Il n'y pas de livre parmi les malades
Succombs, mes enfants, ÃƒÂ la nÃƒÂ©cessite de la mort
Succombs, mes patients, ÃƒÂ vortre humble docteur

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