V I I M M A T
Mun (Me) is about the person making the decisions in one’s life. The right answer for all of us is mun (me). This yoik was made by my youngest daughter when she was quite young, before developing to a song about life. In the end, who makes the choices? Who loves, wants and decides what occurs constantly in my own life? Mun.
Ale mana (Don't Go) is about nearly losing someone you love, and all the feelings around it. It's about the longing, all the questions and the love you have for the other one.
Romsa (Tromsø) came to me when I was taking a walk through the beautiful nature of Tromsø. The yoik emerged first, the final song eventually turned into a tribute to Tromsø.
Ráhkisvuohta (lea stuorit go buot) - Love (is Bigger than Everything) is about discovering love for one self after heartbreak and the inner healing following losing one’s love. If you cannot love another person, then love yourself – because love is strong and so are you.
Guovssahas (Northern Lights) is about the magical Aurora Borealis we have in the North. The beauty and colours she - The Green Lady - displays when she gracefully dances and freely flies above us, and the way she can softly touch our soul in a special way - if we let her.
Boađe mu lusa (Come to Me) is about a woman who cares for someone, and decides to go for it. The energy is very intense and pure. “Mun ja don” means “me and you” in Sámi.
Illu (Joy) is a song about joy. Do you feel it? The joy? If not, start now. Dare to show it - dare to share your amazing smile - dare to live. Joy creates more joy.
Piera Jovnna is a yoik dedicated to a friend of mine.
Sápmelaččat (The Sami people) - featuring Mikkel Gaup - is about the Sámi people, their lifestyle in nature up North, and a strong and pleading wish not to destroy it. Our nature is pure and still untouched in several areas, so let us keep it holy. Lastly, this song is an homage to the strong, proud and powerful Sami people.
Mu nieiddaide (To my Girls) is a yoik to my daughters. It came to me when I was on a tour some years ago. When there are no words, a yoik comes to me. The longing for my children surfaced in this one. So this is a mother’s yoik to her children.
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