Du Ville Ville Vestland [English translation]

In winter only frozen words blossom

In the heart colder than a night in the North

For bygdenorge* haven’t forgotten

Forward with weapons from old chest

Old Scandinavian wilderness and wildlife**

The wind blows, dance for me

Trees

Patriot under fire

In one with nature, free and wild

Shirtless in the forest all night long

Glory days have passed, our home has become a shithole

While we long for ancestors and history

Listen, hear the forest speak

Close your eyes and see

Bergen the blue

The magnificent majesty

Glimpse of lost ships