youtu.be/B4RktQxbZkQ English translation.... Yes, we love this country as it rises forth, rugged, weathered, above the water, with the thousands of homes, — love, love it and think of our father and mother and the saga-night that lays dreams upon our earth. And the saga-night that lays dreams upon our earth. This country Harald united with his army of heroes, this country Håkon protected whilst Øyvind sung; upon the country Olav painted with his blood the cross, from its heights Sverre spoke up against Rome. Farmers their axes sharpened wherever an army advanced, Tordenskjold along the coastline thundered so that we could see it back home. Even women stood up and fought as if they were men; others could only cry but that soon would end! Sure, we were not many but we were enough, when we were tested sometimes, and it was at stake; we would rather burn our land than to declare defeat; just remember what happened down at Fredrikshald! Hard times we have coped with, were at last disowned; but in the worst distress, blue-eyed freedom was to us born. It gave (us) fathers strength to carry famine and war, it gave death itself its honour - and it gave reconciliation. The enemy threw away his weapon, up the visor went, we, in wonder, to him hastened, because he was our brother. Driven forth to a stand by shame we went to the south; now we three brothers stand united, and shall stand like that! Norwegian man in house and cabin, thank your great God! The country he wanted to protect, although things looked dark. All the fights fathers have fought, and the mothers have wept, the Lord has quietly moved so we won our rights. Yes, we love this country as it rises forth, rugged, weathered, above the sea, with those thousand homes. And as the fathers struggle has raised it from need to victory, even we, when it is demanded, for its peace will encamp (for defence).
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 06:56:37 +0000
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