by Rein Alexander (with Sigmund Groven)
by Sigmund Groven
Norwegian song Vårsøg Spring rush No skin det sol, e høgste svealiå Now shines (the) sun, in the highest forest free (due to human activity) slopes no bli det vår, det kjinne e so vel now it becomes spring, the ??? are/is so good/well det søng så tongt, kring alle dalasiå it sings so heavily, in all valley slopes å synnavinn' han kjem og gjer me sel and the wind from the south it comes and gives me ??? Når sola skin, da bli det fint e fjellå When the sun shines, then it becomes pretty in the mountains då ska e dit, å hør kor bekkjin søng then I'll go there, and listen to how the creek sings å kliv te topps, e brattast berjestellå and climb to the top, in the steepest mountain places å vera tårt, å tåg å tågbærløng and to be ???, and ??? and ??? æ kjinne lokt, tå gras kring alle haua ???, remove grass around all heaps å sola skin, å bjøllin kling so kløkt and the sun shines, and the bell rings so ??? å tjørnnin legg, så blank der e ska laua and the pond lies, so smooth where it will ??? me berg ekreng der e kainn sol me trøkt with mountains around where I can sunbathe myself ??? å du å du, kor sår å sæl e stoinna oh you oh you, how aching and happy is the moment når sola skin, frå kvite høgde ne when the sun shines, from white hills downwards da vært æ vår'n, hainn e kje længer oinna then it becomes spring, it's no longer away at e får levva slik ein somar te that it may live like that another summer |