❤Jeg elsker dig in english
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Sommerfuglen min, med vingerne fine, Røde og brune og røde og blaa, Finder du da ingen af blomsterne dine? Composer: Chris Christensen Poet: Oscar Hoddø This patriotic song is in three parts. Composer: Geirr Tveitt Poet: Aslaug Låstad Lygre Dick and I learned this beautiful song from a dear friend of ours, Rev.
Her skal jeg vente Til du kommer igjen, Du kommer igjen; Og venter du hist oppe, Vi træffes der, min ven, Vi træffes der, min ven. The swallow drink of my blood!
Sanktehansormen sin lykte har tænnt, Sitter og lyser i krat, Sommerfugl tat sine duggsokker paa, Lagt sig til hvile i klokken, den blaa, Drømmer saa deilig om solen, Drømmer om duft av fiolen. Jeg husker hvert et ord du sagde Hver en følelse dig og mig. Det nytter ej stort At tage sin bog Og synge i hejen sin salme; Mit pan er for højt, Og her er det dog, Som tonerne blegne of falme. Eg glöymer Dagsens Strid, som för eg glöymde, Når eg mot Kveld af Sol eit Glimt fekk sjå. Og gjyten heter Snyggen, Styggen, Lurveryggen, Höna heter Tipp, Tipp, Tipp. I would glad it if anyone could enlighten me on which is the original spelling that Vinje used. This is, perhaps, my favorite song. Kjærringa mæ staven, Høgt oppi Hakkedalen, Otte potter rømme, Jeg elsker dig in english mærker smør, Saa kjinna Kari, Ola hadde før, Kjærringa mæ staven. Og tosomhedens hjerterum gjorde luften tung, Ingen himmel var blå Så du måtte gå glad fra mig. I love you So many things to do Too many people to trust Stuff to think about And you are in my mind space, I was too stupid Gave you this reason myself Chained you up Your light went out I read every word you wrote With a north, you and me Why it went the way it went To be together, apart from each other Oh, how I love you We might meet in a thousand years Oh how i love you, mmmh. He plays that instrument until the fiddle laughs, the boys dance, and the jesus cry!.
- Perhaps there will go Both winter and spring, Both winter and spring, And next summer also, And the whole year, And the whole year, But onetime you will come, I know this for sure, I know this for sure, And I shall surely wait, For I promised that last, I promised that last.
They are meant to convey the meanings of the songs; they are not singable. Translating the rhythm and beauty of poetry from one language to another is rarely successful. Translating it so that it can be sung is almost impossible; I have not attempted to do it. I hope, however, that my translations will help to make these songs more accessible to an English-speaking audience, and that they will help English-speaking singers with the interpretation of these songs. Jump to a song: These are three of Norway's best known folksongs. Kjærringa mæ staven, Høgt oppi Hakkedalen, Otte potter rømme, Fire mærker smør, Saa kjinna Kari, Ola hadde før, Kjærringa mæ staven. Kjærringa mæ kjeppen hoppa over bekken, vil du koke kaffi, eg skal bæra vann. Woman with a stick Hops over the brook. If you'll cook coffee, I'll carry water. If you'll be the wife, I'll be the husband. Woman with a stick. The second verse was taught to me by my mother, and I have not seen it written anywhere. That is the way of folk music. It gets passed down from generation to generation, and sometimes, it changes... Paal sine høno paa haugan utslepte, Hønnun saa lett over haugan sprang. Paul kunne væl paa høno fornema, Ræven va ute mæ rumpa saa lang. Kluk, kluk, kluk, sa' høna paa haugom, Kluk, kluk, kluk, sa' høna paa haugom, Paal han sprang og rengde mæ augom; Naa tor'e inkje koma heim aat'n mor! Paul let his hens out on the hillside, The hens ran lightly over the hill. Paul could tell from the hens' actions, That the fox was out with his tail so long. Cluck, cluck, cluck, said the hens on the hillside, Cluck, cluck, cluck, said the hens on the hillside, Paul, he ran, and rolled his eyes; Now I don't dare go home to mother! He plays that instrument until the fiddle laughs, the boys dance, and the girls cry! SÆTERJENTENS SØNDAG The Sæter Girl's Sunday beautifully expresses the loneliness of the girls who were sent, alone, up to the high
