Sweden, Sweden, Sweden, native land, our rural town of longing, our home on earth. Now play the springs where armies have been illuminated by fire, and deeds became stories, but with hand in hand your people still swearing as before, the old words of faith(faithfulness). fall, Yule snow, and whirl, deep dirt! Burn, east star through the June evening! Sweden, mother! Become our struggle, our peace, thou land where our children once will live and our ancestors sleep in the church hob.
Absolute Bliss by Stenhammer a true genius !
Tack för uppladdningen.
Blir alltid lika berörd av det sista stycket.
Sweden, Sweden, Sweden, native land,
our rural town of longing, our home on earth.
Now play the springs where armies have been illuminated by fire,
and deeds became stories, but with hand in hand
your people still swearing as before, the old words of faith(faithfulness).
fall, Yule snow, and whirl, deep dirt!
Burn, east star through the June evening!
Sweden, mother! Become our struggle, our peace,
thou land where our children once will live
and our ancestors sleep in the church hob.
can't tell if trolling.... (sch-ljud uttalas ungefär som i "källorna" i klassisk sångskolning)
What score/composer is being sung? thanks!
Six years too late with this answer, but the composers are Heidenstam and Stenhammar
Vilken ljuvlig intonation!
Men håller med om att det är en fadäs att få skällorna till källorna faktiskt.
Men annars bara vackert.