Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Frit Land , by - Ulige Numre. Song from the album Grand Prix, in the genre ПопRelease date: 12.04.2015
Record label: Believe
Song language: Danish
Frit Land(original) |
| Bølgende bakker, marker, eng og skov |
| Frit land, frit land, bestå |
| Dine brødre er borte, dine søstre sover sødt |
| Så du må være stærk og stå ret |
| Ryster du på hånden, ja, så vælter det jo ind |
| Over landets grænser, ind i stuen, i mit hjem |
| Vi ska' kaste os i bølgerne, der slår mod kysten ind |
| Frit land, frit for os selv |
| Sommeren var gået, da jeg rev mig på din torn |
| Alt det smukkeste gør ondt |
| Fra myggestik ved søerne til trådene i bølgerne |
| Der brænder hendes ben |
| Vi skal kaste os i bølgerne, der slår mod kysten ind |
| Frit land, frit land, mit sted |
| Tusinde af øjne, de har meninger om alt |
| Og alle sammen tror, at deres TV taler sandt |
| Jeg ska' prøve på at se den lysende idé |
| Men stregen den må trækkes i det sand |
| Tilgi' mine øjne — de ser kun fra næsen ned |
| Hvordan ska' jeg ku' bære hele kloden på mit skød? |
| Hele verdens smerte kommer ikke mine ved |
| Frit land, frit land, mit sted |
| Sommeren var gået, da jeg rev mig på din torn |
| Alt det smukkeste gør ondt |
| Fra myggestik ved søerne til trådene i bølgerne |
| Der brænder hendes ben |
| Vi skal kaste os i bølgerne, der slår mod kysten ind |
| Frit land, frit land, mit sted |
| Frit land, frit land, frihed |
| (translation) |
| Wavy hills, fields, meadows and forests |
| Free land, free land, pass |
| Your brothers are gone, your sisters are sleeping soundly |
| So you have to be strong and stand right |
| If you shake your hand, yes, it will fall in |
| Across the country borders, into the living room, into my home |
| We've going to throw ourselves into the waves crashing against the shore |
| Free land, free for ourselves |
| Summer had passed when I tore myself on your thorn |
| All the most beautiful hurts |
| From mosquito bites by the lakes to the threads in the waves |
| Her legs are burning |
| We must throw ourselves into the waves crashing against the shore |
| Free land, free land, my place |
| Thousands of eyes, they have opinions about everything |
| And everyone thinks their TV is telling the truth |
| I'll try to see the luminous idea |
| But the line it must be drawn in the sand |
| Forgive my eyes - they only look down from the nose |
| How should I carry the whole globe on my lap? |
| The pain of the whole world does not come by mine |
| Free land, free land, my place |
| Summer had passed when I tore myself on your thorn |
| All the most beautiful hurts |
| From mosquito bites by the lakes to the threads in the waves |
| Her legs are burning |
| We must throw ourselves into the waves crashing against the shore |
| Free land, free land, my place |
| Free land, free land, freedom |