Translation of the song lyrics Pinne for landet - Freddy Kalas

Pinne for landet (original)

Hører du fjellet kaller høyt over daler?
Alle skåler inni hytter og barer
Hørte du børseskudet smalt som i fjor?
Fra torvtak synger vi kor
Og alle synger:
Vi tar en pinne for Hemsedal
Pinne for Trysil
Pinne for Hafjell
En pinne for landet
Vi tar en pinne for Hemsedal
Pinne for Trysil
Pinne for Hafjell
En pinne for landet
Vi tar en pinne for Hemsedal
Pinne for Trysil
Pinne for Hafjell
En pinne for landet
Vi tar en pinne for Hemsedal
Pinne for Trysil
Pinne for Hafjell
En pinne for
(mellomspill)
Jodle (lala)
Hører du fjellet kaller høyt over daler?
Alle skåler inni hytter og barer
Hørte du børseskudet smalt som i fjor?
Fra torvtak synger vi kor
Og alle synger:
Vi tar en pinne for Hemsedal
Pinne for Trysil
Pinne for Hafjell
En pinne for landet
Vi tar en pinne for Hemsedal
Pinne for Trysil
Pinne for Hafjell
En pinne for landet
Vi tar en pinne for Hemsedal
Pinne for Trysil
Pinne for Hafjell
En pinne for landet
Vi tar en pinne for Hemsedal
Pinne for Trysil
Pinne for Hafjell
En pinne for landet
(mellomspill)
Vi tar en pinne for landet!
(mellomspill)
Jodle (lala)

Pinne for landet (translation)

Do you hear how the mountain’s cry arcs above the vale,
All glasses raised, agleam in cabins and in taverns’ glow,
Did you catch the rifle's crack, sharp as last winter’s tale?
From moss-crowned roofs, our voices in chorus flow,
And all are singing:
We lift a stave for Hemsedal’s highland fire,
For Trysil’s trail, a stave of pine,
For Hafjell, where the white hills never tire,
A stave for the land that is yours and mine.
We lift a stave for Hemsedal’s highland fire,
For Trysil’s trail, a stave of pine,
For Hafjell, where the white hills never tire,
A stave for the land that is yours and mine.
We lift a stave for Hemsedal’s highland fire,
For Trysil’s trail, a stave of pine,
For Hafjell, where the white hills never tire,
A stave for the land that is yours and mine.
We lift a stave for Hemsedal’s highland fire,
For Trysil’s trail, a stave of pine,
For Hafjell, where the white hills never tire,
A stave for
(interlude)
Yodel (lala)
Do you hear how the mountain’s cry arcs above the vale,
All glasses raised, agleam in cabins and in taverns’ glow,
Did you catch the rifle's crack, sharp as last winter’s tale?
From moss-crowned roofs, our voices in chorus flow,
And all are singing:
We lift a stave for Hemsedal’s highland fire,
For Trysil’s trail, a stave of pine,
For Hafjell, where the white hills never tire,
A stave for the land that is yours and mine.
We lift a stave for Hemsedal’s highland fire,
For Trysil’s trail, a stave of pine,
For Hafjell, where the white hills never tire,
A stave for the land that is yours and mine.
We lift a stave for Hemsedal’s highland fire,
For Trysil’s trail, a stave of pine,
For Hafjell, where the white hills never tire,
A stave for the land that is yours and mine.
We lift a stave for Hemsedal’s highland fire,
For Trysil’s trail, a stave of pine,
For Hafjell, where the white hills never tire,
A stave for the land that is yours and mine.
(interlude)
We lift a stave for the land entire!
(interlude)
Yodel (lala)