Текст и перевод песни Lillebjørn Nilsen - Beltet

Beltet

Det var den heilage påskemorgun og
Sille til kyrkja ride.
Så sprette eg på meg mitt sprotabelte,
Det glima våri så vide.

I Rosenlunden der kjenner dei meg.
I Rosenlunden der kjenner dei meg.

Som eg meg i kyrja kom
-Då folkjet på kne monne falle
Så mange som på sitt belte såg,
Det gløymde på Gud å kalle.

Og presten framfer altaret stod,
Alt med si lærde tunge.
Då han vart vari beltet mitt,
Han gløymde bå' lesa å sjunge.

Så baud dei meg tvo stutar.
Og båe så vare dei kvite.
Eg ville kje selje mitt belte burt,
-Eg totte det var fer lite.

Så baud dei meg bå' sylv og gull
Og mælte det upp i skåler.
Men då eg inkje mitt belte selde,
Då gjorde eg som ein dåre!

Og som eg då heimatt frå kyrkja kom
-Eg vart i så galne tankar
Slå bytte eg burt beltet mitt,
Fekk att eit fillepar hanskar.

Fer beltet mitt var inkje så net,
Som det var sjåande på:
Nakane var av sikebeinskjakar,
Og beltet av langebalm-strå...

The Belt

It was the holy Easter morning and
Sille to church should ride.
So I jumped into my studded belt,
It shimmered so wide.

In the Rose Grove they know me well.
In the Rose Grove they know me well.

As I entered the church,
The people on their knees did fall;
So many saw my belt,
They forgot to call upon God.

And the priest stood before the altar,
All with his learned tongue.
When he became aware of my belt,
He forgot both to read and sing.

Then they offered me two steers,
And both of them were white.
I did not want to sell my belt away,
-I thought it was too little.

Then they offered me both silver and gold,
And measured it out in bowls.
But when I did not sell my belt,
Then I acted like a fool!

And as I then came home from church,
-I became so crazy,
I exchanged my belt,
Got back a pair of shabby gloves.

For my belt was not so neat,
As it was showy:
The buckles were of walnut shells,
And the belt of long straw...