Garmarna - Vaenner och Fraender (Friends and Kin) текст песни

Friends and kin

Friends and kinsfolk met to deliberate
To whom would they marry off their kinswoman this year

Rosy youth
They deliberated
To whom would they marry off their kinswoman this year

We want you to wed the son of a king
Who has more gold than poor Roland has land
Wed the son of a king
Who has more gold than poor Roland has land

On Saturday and Sunday the word it was spread
Monday and Tuesday will show what she gets
Word was spread Monday and
Tuesday will show what she gets

On Wednesday and Thursday the wine was made
Friday and Saturday the wedding was cheered
Wine was made Friday and
Saturday the wedding was cheered

They drank for days, they drank for two,
But the bride wouldn't to the chamber go
They drank for two
But the bride wouldn't to the chamber go

They drank for days, they drank for three
But the bridal bed she refused for to see
They drank for three
But the bridal bed she refused for to see

Then entered in a poor ship's hand
Wore a blue blouse both tattered and torn
Poor ship's hand
Wore a blue blouse both tattered and torn

He stood at the table and he spoke
I see only masts and the places where they go
And he spoke
I see only masts and the places where they go

And the maiden went up to the high loft
And ran down the path to the broad sea shore
Went to the high loft
And ran down the path to the broad sea shore

She ran on the rocks, she ran on tiptoe
But took great care to mind the blue waves below
Ran on tiptoe
But took great care to mind the blue waves below

And she was invited on board the ship
And there they bade her drink both mead and wine
On board ship
And there they bade her drink both mead and wine

I see I see on your white fingers small
The wedding band has not been there for long
White fingers small
The wedding band has not been there for long

I see I see on your golden hair
That before yesterday the wreath was not there
Golden hair
That before yesterday the wreath was not there

I see I see on your lily white breasts
That small children they have not consoled
Lily white breasts
That small children they have not consoled

And now the maiden lays at poor Roland's side
She feels neither sorrow nor anguish
Rosy youth
At poor Roland's side
She feels neither sorrow nor anguish