Текст и перевод песни Taake - Dei Vil Alltid Klaga Og Kyta

Dei Vil Alltid Klaga Og Kyta

Dei vil alltid klaga og kyta,
At me ganga so seint og so smaatt;
Men eg tenkjer, dei tarv ikkje syta:
Me skal koma, um inkje so braadt.

Ja, det skyt ikkje fram, so det dunar
(Som no ingen kann undrast uppaa);
Men det munar daa jamt, ja det munar,
So det stundom er Hugnad aa sjaa.

Lat det ganga fram, lat det siga!
Berre eitt eg ynskjer og bed:
At me inkje so høgt maatte stiga,
At me gløyma vaar Fedra-Sed.

Lat oss inkje Forfederne gløyma,
Under alt, som me venda og snu;
For dei gav oss ein Arv til aa gøyma,
Han er større, en mange vil tru.

Lat det merkast i meir en i Ordi,
At me halda den Arven i Stand,
At naar Federne sjaa att paa Jordi,
Dei kann kjenna sitt Folk og sitt Land.

They will always complain and grumble

They will always complain and grumble
That we go so slow and so small;
But I think, they don't need to worry;
We'll come, if not so quickly.

Yes, it doesn't shoot forward, so it roars
(As no one can be surprised at now);
But it does grow steadily, yes it grows,
So that sometimes it is a joy to see.

Let it go on, let it run!
Only one thing I ask and pray:
That we don't rise so high
That we forget our fathers' ways.

Let us not forget our forefathers,
Under all that we turn and turn;
For they gave us a heritage to keep,
It is greater than many will believe.

Let it be seen in more than words,
That we hold that heritage in place,
That when the fathers look back on the earth,
They can recognize their people and their land.