the giant's struggle

"Don't care about me, little human, I don't blame you. You are too insignificant."
The last words of a giant are the roughest. We were good friends, the problem was I never told him I wasn't a human.

The boots I wore are outside. Still wet. They will never get dry.
I drink fresh milk to restore myself. The touch of the grass barefoot is so great.
I could stay here forever, it will never get dark. I don't even miss the stars.

The giants are watching us from far away. One day, I will meet them and we are going to hang out together.
I don't know why but everybody is so scare of them. It is nice to have a giant as a friend.

Tonight I'm going out there. They will see me coming. Giants are coldheart, but I will be smiling to them.
We are going to understand each other.


Månin sjaket mín seng
Hun let mig ekke sova
Saget mjer ad fyllia henn

Veguren henns vandret yvir havit.
Kvart er þu ad driva mjer, litla Mån?
Frå myrkrin kommer upp draugarnar,
Visket þei, kvarveg jeg glemmet þeim

Sjøkk, burjet jag ad kråta
i havit vare blandet mina tår
vare þei ekke nog forir þeim
eftersem draugarnar glemma aldreig

Landit er langt i bort nu,
en jeg ekke glemmet þig
vid draugarnar, glemma aldreig.