Текст и перевод песни Taake - III

III

Stormene herjer midvinterstid
Gjoer skogen vond aa ferdes i
For kuldedoeden raar
Over det ganske land
Og skodden er for tjukk
Til aa skimte guds hus
Aldri foer kjente jeg en kulde saa hard
Aldri saa jeg vel et landskap saa doedt
Gud har ingen gaver
For soenn av hoestens Speil
Jeg innser kunsten i min pinsel
Det er vinter i Norge
Og sjelen svartner

III

Storms rage amidwinter,
Making the forest treacherous to traverse,
For the cold death reigns
Over the entire land;
And the mist is too thick
To glimpse God's house.
Never before have I known a cold so harsh
Never have I seen a landscape so dead.
God has no gifts
For the son of autumn's mirror.
I realize the art in my torment
It is winter in Norway,
And my soul blackens