"Svartesmeden Og Lundamyrstrollet" lyrics
[Norwegian:]
Svartesmien budde pao Bjeddla I Saogndal
Da va dai daga dao ra draiv trådl I adle grende
Or haug å hamra, adle staa I frao, å gjore jabnast ubya
Some hadde tihelde aolmannavegen å skremde live ao farande fålk itte aodaga
Da felaste ao dissa va Lundemyrstrodle so hildt seg pao
Londamyri midt I tjokkaste bøgdi. Svartesmien aotte ait trållsverd
Flusi nabne va. So hende da ain laurdagskveld at han etla seg pao utfer
Han stelde seg, stakk Flusi I slirao
Tok ni bakkadn å følde vegen haim onde londadn dar han hadde myri framføre seg
Ho skjain å blainkte I maonaskjine
Å No saog han Londamyrstrådle so laog å sov
Styggjele stort å hadde braitt seg midt ut yve myri
Men dao rann sinne I svartesmien, aotte han makt å sverd
So fekk han no råyna daim bi gjera ende pao uvite
Darme raiv han Flusi å rik staole rett I bringao pao ra
Dao vakna fodla trådle å skvatt opp
Da vrai seg onde styngjen å fraista kvitta seg me sverdet
"Stikk å drag" skraik trådle å tainkte å fao
Svartesmien ti å dra sverde aott seg atte
"Lat staonda so staind ti maondags" sa smien
Å darme drog han vegen sin viare ti sjøs
No laut trådle ti. Dao Svartesmien for haimatte
Va ra daudt, å so stakk han Flusi I slirao
Men dao åpna ra seg tri porta hiti Låftesnesfjedle
Å utao dai urde å krauk ra trådl, smaoe å store
"No e bestn daue, no e bestn daue!" skraik rai
So kom dai å tok Londamyrstrådle mødlo seg å drog ra me aover
Fjorn å inn igjøno ran støste portn
Dar kvark trådlatye
Siao lit portadn seg atte
Å fjedle gjåymde ra skremlige følgje I faonge sitt
I laonge tie ittepao ottast fålk å fara her, å helst om kveldadn
Da blainkte so onderle rao nire pao myri I maonaskjine
Skrymsledn råyvde seg, å ri tyktest håyra trådlaskrik gjøno daln
Kan henda trådli va attekåmne
[English translation:]
[The Blacksmith And The Troll Of Lundamyr]
The blacksmith lived at Bjedla in Sogndal
In the days when trolls roamed in all hamlets
Over hills and mountains; everywhere, and wreaked constant havoc
Some lived by the main roads, and scared the life out of all travelers
The most fearsome of these was the troll of Lyndamyr
Which lived in Lundamyri in the middle of the village
The blacksmith owned a magic sword
Flusi was its name
Then it happened a Saturday evening that he prepared for a journey
He dressed up, put Flusi in its sheath
Went down the hills and followed the road through the forest
Where he had the march in front of him
It shone and gleamed in the moonlight
And now he saw the troll of Lundamyr
It lay there sleeping, terribly gigantic
Stretched across the march
But then anger boiled in the blacksmith
Owning strength and sword he ought to test their strength and put an end to the beast
Thus he drew Flusi
And ran the steel right through its chest
Then the troll awoke with a startle
He twisted in pain and was tempted to get rid of the sword
«Drag and pull» the troll screamed, hoping that the blacksmith would pull the sword out
«Let it be as it is until Monday» said the blacksmith and he continued his journey to the sea
Now the troll was doomed
When the blacksmith went homeward bound, it was dead
And he put Flusi in its sheath
But then three gates opened by the mountains of Låftnes
And out poured and ran big and small trolls
«Grandpa's dead! Grandpa's dead!» they screamed
Then they took the troll of Lundamyri between them
And traveled across the fjord and through the largest gate
There the trolls were crushed
Since then, the gates have remained shut
And the mountain concealed the hideous band in its embrace
In times long after people feared visiting the place, especially at night
There was a mysterious glimmer to the march in the moonlight
The fear spread, and one could believe they heard the roaring of trolls through the valleys
Could it be that the trolls had returned?
Svartesmien budde pao Bjeddla I Saogndal
Da va dai daga dao ra draiv trådl I adle grende
Or haug å hamra, adle staa I frao, å gjore jabnast ubya
Some hadde tihelde aolmannavegen å skremde live ao farande fålk itte aodaga
Da felaste ao dissa va Lundemyrstrodle so hildt seg pao
Londamyri midt I tjokkaste bøgdi. Svartesmien aotte ait trållsverd
Flusi nabne va. So hende da ain laurdagskveld at han etla seg pao utfer
Han stelde seg, stakk Flusi I slirao
Tok ni bakkadn å følde vegen haim onde londadn dar han hadde myri framføre seg
Ho skjain å blainkte I maonaskjine
Å No saog han Londamyrstrådle so laog å sov
Styggjele stort å hadde braitt seg midt ut yve myri
Men dao rann sinne I svartesmien, aotte han makt å sverd
So fekk han no råyna daim bi gjera ende pao uvite
Darme raiv han Flusi å rik staole rett I bringao pao ra
Dao vakna fodla trådle å skvatt opp
Da vrai seg onde styngjen å fraista kvitta seg me sverdet
"Stikk å drag" skraik trådle å tainkte å fao
Svartesmien ti å dra sverde aott seg atte
"Lat staonda so staind ti maondags" sa smien
Å darme drog han vegen sin viare ti sjøs
No laut trådle ti. Dao Svartesmien for haimatte
Va ra daudt, å so stakk han Flusi I slirao
Men dao åpna ra seg tri porta hiti Låftesnesfjedle
Å utao dai urde å krauk ra trådl, smaoe å store
"No e bestn daue, no e bestn daue!" skraik rai
So kom dai å tok Londamyrstrådle mødlo seg å drog ra me aover
Fjorn å inn igjøno ran støste portn
Dar kvark trådlatye
Siao lit portadn seg atte
Å fjedle gjåymde ra skremlige følgje I faonge sitt
I laonge tie ittepao ottast fålk å fara her, å helst om kveldadn
Da blainkte so onderle rao nire pao myri I maonaskjine
Skrymsledn råyvde seg, å ri tyktest håyra trådlaskrik gjøno daln
Kan henda trådli va attekåmne
[English translation:]
[The Blacksmith And The Troll Of Lundamyr]
The blacksmith lived at Bjedla in Sogndal
In the days when trolls roamed in all hamlets
Over hills and mountains; everywhere, and wreaked constant havoc
Some lived by the main roads, and scared the life out of all travelers
The most fearsome of these was the troll of Lyndamyr
Which lived in Lundamyri in the middle of the village
The blacksmith owned a magic sword
Flusi was its name
Then it happened a Saturday evening that he prepared for a journey
He dressed up, put Flusi in its sheath
Went down the hills and followed the road through the forest
Where he had the march in front of him
It shone and gleamed in the moonlight
And now he saw the troll of Lundamyr
It lay there sleeping, terribly gigantic
Stretched across the march
But then anger boiled in the blacksmith
Owning strength and sword he ought to test their strength and put an end to the beast
Thus he drew Flusi
And ran the steel right through its chest
Then the troll awoke with a startle
He twisted in pain and was tempted to get rid of the sword
«Drag and pull» the troll screamed, hoping that the blacksmith would pull the sword out
«Let it be as it is until Monday» said the blacksmith and he continued his journey to the sea
Now the troll was doomed
When the blacksmith went homeward bound, it was dead
And he put Flusi in its sheath
But then three gates opened by the mountains of Låftnes
And out poured and ran big and small trolls
«Grandpa's dead! Grandpa's dead!» they screamed
Then they took the troll of Lundamyri between them
And traveled across the fjord and through the largest gate
There the trolls were crushed
Since then, the gates have remained shut
And the mountain concealed the hideous band in its embrace
In times long after people feared visiting the place, especially at night
There was a mysterious glimmer to the march in the moonlight
The fear spread, and one could believe they heard the roaring of trolls through the valleys
Could it be that the trolls had returned?
