Текст и перевод песни Myrkur - Ramund

Ramund

Ramund var sig en bedre mand
Om han havde bedre klæder
Dronningen gav hannem klæder på stand
Af blårgarn, bast og læder
Sådant vil jeg ikke ha', sagde Ramund
Sådant står mig ikke bra', sagde Ramund den unge

Ramund gik sig ved salten søstrand
Der så han syv jætter stande
Tager jeg Ramund på min mindste hånd
Og kaster ham langt fra lande
Det gør ikke ene du, sagde Ramund
Komme må I alle syv, sagde Ramund den unge

Ramund tog til sit dyre sværd
Det han kaldte Dymlingen røde
Hug han de jætter syv med én færd
At blodet randt dennem tildøde
Der ligger alle syv, sagde Ramund
Alt står jeg her endnu, sagde Ramund den unge

Ramund tog til sin store kniv
Den han kaldte Dymlingen dyre
Skilte han kejseren ved hans liv
At hovedet fløj femten mile
Jeg mente, den ej bed, sagde Ramund
Dog rinder blodet ned, sagde Ramund den unge

Ramund

Ramund would have been a better man
If he only had better clothes
The queen gave him clothes that were fit for a king
Made of blue cloth, bast, and leather
Such clothes I will not wear, said Ramund
Such clothes do not suit me, said young Ramund

Ramund walked by the salty seashore
There he saw seven giants standing
If I take Ramund in my smallest hand
And throw him far from the land
That you shall not do alone, said Ramund
All seven of you must come, said young Ramund

Ramund took up his precious sword
Which he called the Red Dymling
He slew the seven giants with one blow
And their blood ran till they were dead
There lie all seven, said Ramund
And I still stand here, said young Ramund

Ramund took up his great knife
Which he called the Precious Dymling
He parted the emperor from his life
And his head flew fifteen miles
I thought it did not bite, said Ramund
Yet the blood still flows, said young Ramund