Paroles et traduction De Kast - Eltse Grins Foarby - Live

Eltse Grins Foarby - Live

It read beskynt de greiden, de jun falt oer de mar
Der stean se mei har beiden en hy sjocht noch ris nei har
Se stean foar harren hutte fan polen, liem en ried
Sy han leit op har skurte, hy wurd mei koarten heit
It jier hast fyftjin hundert, feroare maatskippij
Se lije der net under, se fiele harren fry
Der is faaks wol wat geande, hy moat soms op oarlochspaad
Mar wer 't se eins foar steane, no dat wurdt er nea gewaar
Dochs ha se neat te kleien en al hawwe se gjin jild
It iten dat se krije is de rykdom fan it fjild
It jier hast fyftjin hundert, in nije hearskippij
Se buge der net under, se bliuwe altyd frij

De sinne skynt al ieuwen oer us lan
Bringt de iere moarn, else dei opnij
De wyn hellet noch alle dagen oan
Giet fan lan nei lan, eltse grins foarby

It read beskynt it kampke, de jun falt oer de sted
Der boartet in lyts famke, noch in skoftsje, aanst op bed
Se jeuzelt hunderd ut, de taal dy 't mem har bybrocht hat
Har heit ropt troch it rut dat se nei binnen komme moat
It jier is no hast twa tuzend, Europa dat wurdt nij
It famke sjont en dunset en laket dan nei my

Every Border Passed - Live

The red adorns the meadows, the hay falls over the lake
They stand there together, and he looks at her again
They stand before their hut of poles, clay, and reed
She leans on her skirt, he will soon be a father
The year is almost fifteen hundred, society is changing
They don't suffer from it, they feel free
There might be something going on, he sometimes has to go to war
But what they truly stand for, he will never know
Yet they have nothing to complain about, and even though they have no money
The food they get is the richness of the field
The year is almost fifteen hundred, a new reign
They don't bow down to it, they always remain free

The sun has shone for centuries over our land
Brings the early morning, each day anew
The wind still blows every day
Goes from land to land, every border passed

The red adorns the small field, the hay falls over the city
A little girl is playing, a little while longer, soon to bed
She babbles a hundred things out, the language her mother taught her
Her father calls through the window that she must come inside
The year is almost two thousand, Europe is becoming new
The girl sees and dances and then smiles at me