Ole Kristiansen
Isimiit Iikkamut
Isimiit iikkamut isitit ersarikkamik
Marseqaanga arajutsinngilanga isitit ersarikkamik
Pisussat takutikkumaarpaat iingaq qanoq portutingisoq
Pisussat takutikkumaarpaat iingaq qallungassaassanersoq

Assilissanillu nivingasoqarpoq iikkami qallorsinnaasassami
Paasinngilakkali asseqqammata isitilli ilisaraakka
Ilisaraakka isitit
Ilisaraakka isitit

Isimiit isimut nalunaaruteqatarpoq
Oqaaseqartoqanngikkaluarluni
Pilerivunga arajutsinnginnama isitit ersarimmata
Oqaatsit paasitikkunanngisaat isivit takutimaassuk

Assilissanillu nivingasoqarpoq iikkami qallorsinnaasassami
Paasinngilakkali asseqqammata isitilli ilisaraakka

Iingaq qallorfingilerpara maani napasoq
Aalalerpoq sajuusalerpoq qallorfingisara
Qaavanilu takuara kiinat isivit tulluarisaat
Qaavanilu takuakka isitit kiinavit tulluarisaa

Isinniit kiinnannut isitit ersarikkavit
Eqisavunga uninngaannarama isinnut pilerisunga
Pisussat takutikkumaarpaat qisuarneq kiap tingussangaa
Pisussat takutikkumaarpaat kina alloqqaassanersoq
Assilissanillu nivingasoqarpoq iikkami qallorsinnaasassami
Paasinngilakkali asseqqammata isitilli ilisaraakka

Iingaq qallorfingilerpara maani napasoq
Aalalerpoq sajuusalerpoq qallorfingisara...

From the Eye to the Wall

From the eye to the wall, your eyes so conspicuous
I’m so curious and I don’t miss anything, because your eyes seem so clear
Time will show how tall the wall is
Time will show whether it can be climbed at all

And the pictures are hanging, on the wall I can climb
But I cannot see what it is because it is veiled, but I recognise your eyes

From eye to eye messages flow
Words stay unspoken
Eager I am, 'cause I don’t miss anything, because your eyes seem so conspicuous
They show things words could not tell

And the pictures are hanging, on the wall I can climb
But I cannot see what it is, because it is veiled, but I recognise your eyes

Now I climb the wall that stands right here
It starts to tremble, the wall I climb
And on the top, I saw your face that suits your eyes
I saw your eyes that suits your face
From my eye to your face, you seem so conspicuous
(I can’t stand still) ’cause I don’t take any decisions, me who eagerly swallows your eyes
Time will show who’ll take the decision
Time will show who’s gonna take the first step

And the pictures are hanging, on the wall I can climb
But I cannot see what it is, because it is veiled, but I recognise your eyes