Взяла гитару, села играть, все вспомнилось разом.

И Норвежскй лес и тихие бессонные ночи.

И разговоры с ветром.

I once had a girl or should I say she once had me
  She showed me her room isn't it good Norwegian wood
  She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere
  But I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair
  I sat on a rug biding my time drinking her wine
  We talked until two and then she said it's time for bed
  She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh
  I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath
  And when I awoke I was alone this bird had flown
  So I lit a fire isn't it good Norwegian wood