Glittertind — Norges Skaal song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Norges Skaal" by Glittertind.
Lyrics
Nor norge, kjæmpers fødeland,
Vi denne skaal vil tome,
Og naar vi først faa blod paa tand,
Vi sødt om frihed drømme;
Dog vaagne vi vei op engang
Og bryde lænker, baand og tvang;
For norge, kjæmpers fødeland,
Vi denne skaal udtømmel
Hver tapper helt, blandt klipper fød,
Vi drikke vil til Ære;
Hver ærlig norsk, som lænker brød,
Skal evig elsket værel
Den vrede livvagsts vaabenbrag
Forklarer trolig nordmands sag.
Hver ærlig norks, blandt klipper fød,
Vi drikke nu tll Ære.
En skaal for dig, min kjække ven,
Og for de norske pigerl
Og har du en, saa skaal for den,
Og skam faa den som sviger!
Og skam faa den som elsker tvang
Og hader piger, vin og sang!
En skaal for dig, min kjække ven,
Og for de norske piger!
Og nok en skaal for norges fjeld,
For klipper, sne og bakker!
Hør dovres echo raabe: «held!»
For skaalen tre gang taker.
Ja tre gang tre skal alle fjeld
For norges sønner raabe held!
Endnu en skaal for dig mit fjeld,
For klipper, sne og bakker!
Lyrics translation
Nor norway, kjæmpers country of birth,
We this bowl will tome,
And when we first get blood on the tooth,
We sweet about freedom dreams;
We went up sometime
And breaking chains, chains and coercion;
For Norway, the country of birth of giants,
We this bowl exhausts
Each valiant hero, among the rocks Fed,
We drink will to honor;
Every honest Norwegian who shackles bread,
Should eternal loved Beel
The angry bodyguard's weapon
Explains faithful Norwegians case.
Every honest norks, among rocks feed,
We drink now TLL Honor.
A bowl for you, my sweet friend,
And for the Norwegian girls
And if you have one, you'll get it,
And shame on the one who fails!
And shame on the one who loves coercion
And hate girls, wine and singing!
A bowl for you, my sweet friend,
And for the Norwegian girls!
And probably a bowl for Norway's mountain,
For rocks, snow and hills!
Hear dovres echo raabe: "luck!»
For the bowl three time taker.
Yes THREE TIMES THREE shall all mountains
For the Sons of Norway raabe luck!
Another bowl for you my mountain,
For rocks, snow and hills!