| Song | My Fellow Riders |
| Artist | Anja Garbarek |
| Album | Briefly Shaking |
| 作曲 : Garbarek, Kristjansson | |
| 作词 : GARBAREK, ANJA/KRISTJANSSON, GISLI | |
| Pleasantly removed | |
| Into lush darkness | |
| Into the dreamless place | |
| I begin to sing this song | |
| Staying loud enough | |
| To drown out any noise | |
| In presence of strangers | |
| I begin to sing this song | |
| It appears to be done | |
| For the pleasure of the doing | |
| But I'm no better shape | |
| Than my fellow riders | |
| Every now and then | |
| I'm slipping back again | |
| Empty and mortal | |
| I begin to sing this song | |
| My mind is moving fast | |
| Trying to make connections | |
| Taking short-cuts | |
| Noting events | |
| Listing all | |
| Filing away | |
| Along with opinions | |
| Making connections | |
| Taking short-cuts | |
| Noting events | |
| Listing all | |
| Filing away | |
| Along with opinions | |
| Making connections | |
| Taking short-cuts | |
| Noting events... | |
| It appears to be done | |
| For the pleasure of the doing | |
| But I'm no better shape | |
| Than my fellow riders... |
| zuò qǔ : Garbarek, Kristjansson | |
| zuò cí : GARBAREK, ANJA KRISTJANSSON, GISLI | |
| Pleasantly removed | |
| Into lush darkness | |
| Into the dreamless place | |
| I begin to sing this song | |
| Staying loud enough | |
| To drown out any noise | |
| In presence of strangers | |
| I begin to sing this song | |
| It appears to be done | |
| For the pleasure of the doing | |
| But I' m no better shape | |
| Than my fellow riders | |
| Every now and then | |
| I' m slipping back again | |
| Empty and mortal | |
| I begin to sing this song | |
| My mind is moving fast | |
| Trying to make connections | |
| Taking shortcuts | |
| Noting events | |
| Listing all | |
| Filing away | |
| Along with opinions | |
| Making connections | |
| Taking shortcuts | |
| Noting events | |
| Listing all | |
| Filing away | |
| Along with opinions | |
| Making connections | |
| Taking shortcuts | |
| Noting events... | |
| It appears to be done | |
| For the pleasure of the doing | |
| But I' m no better shape | |
| Than my fellow riders... |