Odal - Wardruna

Me er eit gamalt tre

Med nysprungene knoppar

Mot sola me strekk oss

Fram for å vekse

Høyr!

Langt need i rot

og i ringar av år

kved dei gamle

Høyr!

Langt need i rot

og i ringar av år

I barken sit sår

Dei vitnar om ære

Die vitnar om nid

Somme svir meir enn andre

Sjå meg djupt i

augene blå

du må forstå

Hugs at alle

eingong forlét

Natta den kjem

Eg gjev deg din odel

Om du vil ha

Den fer ikkje fra

Tungt den veger

Hugs, ta ikkje meir

enn du orkar å bere

Djupt i jord

Gjev rot deg retning

Når stormar fer

Dei knakande

Kved

For kvar einaste spire

Vert me høgare og djupare

Odal

We are an old tree

with freshly sprung buds

towards the sun we reach

to forward grow

Listen!

Far below in the roots

and in the growth-rings

The old ones are chanting

Listen!

Far below in the roots

and in growth-rings

In the bark there are wounds

Which bear witness of honor

Which bear witness of shame

Some sting more than others

Look into my eyes

and do understand

Remember that all shall pass

and night shall come

Your birth-right I offer

It’s there if you want it

And nowhere will go

Heavy to carry

don’t take too much to bear

Deep in the earth

direction from roots

When the storms are raging

They creakingly sing

For each and every sprout

we are taller and deeper

Odal

We are an old tree

With newly sprouted buds

Towards the sun we stretched

Forward to grow

Right!

Long need in root

and in rings of years

kved dei gamle

Right!

Long need in root

and in rings of years

In the bark its wound

They testify of honor

It testifies to nid

Some sting more than others

Look deep into me

eyes blue

you have to understand

Hugs at all

entrance abandoned

The night it comes

I'll give you your share

If you want

It does not leave

Heavily it weighs

Hugs, take no more

than you can bear to pray

Deep in the ground

Give root you direction

When storms go

Day cracking

Kved

For every single sprout

Host me higher and deeper

Odal

We are an old tree

with freshly sprung buds

towards the sun we reach

to forward grow

Listen!

Far below in the roots

and in the growth-rings

The old ones are chanting

Listen!

Far below in the roots

and in growth-rings

In the bark there are wounds

Which bear witness of honor

Which bear witness of shame

Some sting more than others

Look into my eyes

and do understand

Remember that all shall pass

and night shall come

Your birth-right I offer

It's there if you want it

And nowhere will go

Heavy to carry

don’t take too much to bear

Deep in the earth

direction from roots

When the storms are raging

They creakingly sing

For each and every sprout

we are taller and deeper

Odal