Framfor meg på bussen sat ein mann med gult hår.
Eg bøygde meg sakte fram og kyssa han i nakken. Det var
akkurat så godt som eg hadde trudd. Han lét avisa falle ned
Sjåfør! Få ho ut!
Eg lente meg like sakte tilbake og såg ut.
Eg meiner det var sol den dagen.
In front of me in the bus was a man with yellow hair.
I leant gently forwards and kissed the nape of his neck. It was
just as good as I’d imagined. He let his newspaper fall
into his lap.
Driver! Get her out!
I leant back just as gently and looked out.
I think it was sunny that day.