See Norways flower valley!
Farewell you disgusting prisoncell,
the wild Norways spurce forest is so delightful cool!
Tralalalala! Yes, cheerful is it in the North amongst
mountains and hills and fjord, amongst mountains and hills and fjord.
Hear the mountains proud waterfall!
Suddenly it breaks the winters chains and ties;
now goes it free again
and rumbles bass to us.
So blue as the skies firmanent
from the hut door so pinched
two eyes peeks forward
and laugh like Freyja herself.
And even if we get a drizzle-
a little rain is good for the farmers field,
we never shunned "get wet",
its against our nature!
When home to deed and city
we must turn from the countrysides lust,
with "dont forget" at chest,
we sing high towards the sky:
Tralalalala! Yes, long flourish old North with
mountains and hills and fjord, with mountains and hills and fjord.