Norge - Thorr's Hammer

Gjennom en ode og frysende natt soker to elskende sammen.

Storre blir flammen nar natten er bitterlig stor og forlatt.

Slik soker hjerte mot Norges hjerte, slike flammer i kulden

og stormen en brann: her er der to gjennom lyst eller smerte

— vi og vart land!

Norge i vare hjerter!

Lev, o fedreland der!

Der skal du duve i omhet some blesten i sommerboen!

Der skal du bruse i stolthet som arrete traer mot sjoenga som

en hymne om livet fra varden til siste skaer!

Stigerne gar i gruben dypt i den sorte dag

Through an ode and freezing night, two lovers search together.

The flame gets bigger when the night is bitterly large and deserted.

This is how the heart seeks the heart of Norway, such flames in the cold

and the storm a fire: here are two through desire or pain

- we and our country!

Norway in our hearts!

Live, O fatherland there!

There you will dove around the blest in the summer home!

There you will roar in pride as the scar trees towards the sjoenga as

a hymn about life from the cairn to the last cut!

The ladders go into the pit deep in the black day