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by Kjartan Fløgstad
Dollar Road
The Ultimate Questions
Heads or Tails
Fire and Water Cockcrow
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Excerpt from Cockcrow (Poem from Dollar Road) 
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The red sky sinks into the West The wind holds its breath a while The evening's dressed in party-best In deep dark August style And at the People's House tonight I'm waltzing with a girl My arm entwines her waist so tight As in a storm we whirl I whisper to my girl, you see I drive a crane, and tell That all this weekend I have free To celebrate like hell They give us lousy wages there And say that we are rabble We never, damn it all, I swear Give in without a battle So, dancing smothly you and I Like tongue-and-groove we glide In smells of a cheap-liquor high You're warm and at my side Your body lithe in flowered dress Your laugh a hearty one As hard against my chest you press And cry. Oh, that was fun! But this is no mere schoolboy who Now leads you by the hand And walks out to the floor with you This is a working man Who'll dance against big industry While Ewald pulls the bellows It's Westin-shift that's here, you see Next weekend, Lien fellows The fiddle strikes another tune You call out, Thanks a lot! I'm back to booze and banter soon The air around me is hot And then you come across the floor I straighten coat and tie When all the clocks strike midnight, your "Ladies' Choice" am I! The night still stretches out, extends Its body, morning-white With fjord and woods and river glens And peaks where day flames bright The strong sun rises, the cock crows And struts with its red comb You slowly come, the dance's close And together, we go home. Translated by Nadia Christensen
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