Vänner Och Frände (englische Übersetzung) Lyrics

Vänner Och Frände (englische Übersetzung)

Friends and relatives met to consult  
To marry off the virgin of the year 
Blossoming youth 
Met to consult 
To marry off the virgin of the year 
 
We want to marry you with the son of a king  
Who is has more gold than poor Roland from the country 
Blossoming youth  
To marry you with the son of a king 
Who is has more gold than poor Roland from the country 
 
On Saturday and Sunday the message was spread throughout the land 
Monday and Tuesday will reveal who will get her 
Blossoming youth 
The message was spread throughout the land 
Monday and Tuesday will reveal who will get her 
 
On Wednesday and Thursday the wine was prepared 
Friday and Saturday the marriage celebrated 
Blossoming youth  
The wine was prepared 
Friday and Saturday the marriage celebrated 
 
They drank for days, and they drank for two 
But the bride didn`t want to enter her chamber 
Blossoming youth 
They drank for two 
But the bride didn`t want to enter her chamber 
 
They drank for days, and they drank for three 
But the bride didn`t want to touch the bed 
Blossoming youth 
They drank for three  
But the bride didn`t want to touch the bed 
 
Then a poor assistant sailor came in through the door 
He wore a torn blue shirt 
Blossoming youth 
a poor assistant sailor 
He wore a torn blue shirt 
 
He came to the table and said 
I see that the sails are being put up  
Blossoming youth 
And said  
I see that the sails are being set up 
 
And the virgin went up to the attic 
And ran down to the sea 
Blossoming youth  
Went up to the attic  
And ran down to the sea 
 
She jumped on the cliffs and ran on the tips of her toes 
And respected the waves down below her 
Blossoming youth 
Ran on the tips of her toes  
And respected the waves down below her 
 
And she was received on board the ship 
Entertained with mead and wine 
Blossoming yuoth 
On board the ship 
Entertained with mead and wine 
 
I see, I see your delicate white fingers 
The wedding ring wasn`t on there long 
Blossoming youth  
Your delicate white fingers  
The wedding ring wasn`t on there long 
 
I see, I see on your golden hair 
The bridal head-dress not there the day before yesterday 
Blossoming youth  
On your golden hair 
The bridal head-dress not there the day before yesterday 
 
 
I see, I see from your snow white breasts 
You have not yet comforted any little children 
Blossoming youth 
From your snow white breasts 
You have not yet comforted any little children 
 
And she lay at the side of poor Roland 
She had no worries and no fear 
Blossoming youth 
At the side of poor Roland 
She had no worries and no fear