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Crossing the Line (Norwegian)

Rapunzel: You have to stop now
Whatever the matter with you
We’ll fix it together, you and I
Like we’ve always done
 
Cassandra: No! It’s you who has to stop
Stop believing that you’ve been my friend
While making me feel small over and over again
Like you’ve always done
 
Rapunzel: Cassandra, listen
Cassandra: I’m listening
Rapunzel: I know you’re good
Cassandra: Am I?
Rapunzel: So, come back here with me
Cassandra: Then what?
Rapunzel: It’s always been the two of us
Cassandra: I know that
 
Rapunzel: Cassandra, listen
Cassandra: I’m listening
Rapunzel: It’s not too late
So, before new walls are raised
And everything we’ve had is lost, just wait
Cassandra: Wait? No, no more
Rapunzel: Cass!
 
Cassandra: Why is there always someone taking the top?
What about all those who haven’t got any chance?
I wanted to be nice and good, but I’ve always known where I stood
I go with the lost, you with those blessed by luck
All I ever wanted was just to be part of the troops
But this, you’ve never let me change
 
I’ve been seeking, and found something right
I’ve never had the same chances you had
All those years spent unseen
Now, I don’t want to wait anymore, so now
 
I’ll take a new path
After everything that’s happened
It’s enough, just you wait, it’s my turn
Now I’m fed up
I’ll take what’s mine
Though the verdict is delivered, see it reverted
So, I’ll take a new path
 
And if the line is crossed, that’s fine
Rapunzel: Cassandra! Wait!
Cassandra: I’m taking a new path
 

Nanina, my child

Nanina, nana nanina, my child,
Nanina nana, nanina.
Aruru was crying, my child.
Mother wanted Nanina.
You are yet little and will grow up, my child.
May Mary, the mother of God
Let me watch you growing a woman.
Remember the sweet Nana.
Nanina, nana nanina, my child,
Nanina nana, nanina.
 

You're Only Second Rate (Norwegian)

I imagine you could cook up something festive
You probably got a bunny in that hat of yours
Now, you have the chance to take some stabs at me, if your cards are good
Come now, clown, let me see your hand
 
Now, you can trouble me with four aces
Or we can say you're not up to snuff
Speaking of which, I simply must tell you
You're only number two
 
That tame tiger kitty of yours is bottom-of-the-barrel
You've got a lot to learn from a genie's ghost
And if you want to learn from a great talent
Go stand in the back and wait
 
But do my fists quake—what do you think?
My thumb as large as yourself
And if you don't think I'm invisible1, put me to the test
And let's see which one of us is best
 
So get going, astound me with your clever trick
Show me, are you tough enough for a last stab?
You're a candlestick on my cream cake
You're nothing
 
Your hocus pocus isn't quite up to snuff
You're an oaf and reach up to my knees
I'll give you the answer, you're cheap goods
You're number two
 
Did you learn your lesson?
Did the witch scare you?
Alakazam-bam-baz
That one's bigger than the both of us!
 
Spare me this sham now
You look ridiculous without pants on
When I see, my friend, that you're spinning in circles
A flying plate should be good for you
 
Against my strength and insight, you're hopeless,
Forever second rate!
 

• 1. A translation error in the original, instead of being 'invincible' (uslåelig) it became 'invisible' (usynlig)

Bob the Builder Intro (Norwegian)

Bob the Builder, can it be fixed?
Bob the Builder, of course it can!
 
Scoop, Muck and Dizzy, and Roley join
Lofty and Wendy in the same place
Bob and his gang are in good spirits
They help each other so the job is fun
 
Bob the Builder, can it be fixed?
Bob the Builder, of course it can!
 
Pilchard and Bird, Travis and Spud
They play together like a friend group should
 
Bob the Builder, can it be fixed?
Bob the Builder, of course it can!
 

The Lost Sheep

Far away upon the wild heath, in cold weather and wind
There wandered the wild sheep and could not find his way
He went around in circles, alone there, back and forth
As storm and ill weather roared, and he found little feed
 
But the herdsman longed for the sheep that had been lost
And he went out searching in fell and dale and cliff
At last he found the sheep, worn out, weak and low
And laid him on his shoulder with affection mild and warm
 
And now the sheep was saved from cold and need and night
And the herdsman was joyful because he had found him again
He called together his friends and they rejoiced together
Because the wild sheep was come home again that day
 
Yeah, I was the sheep, who went the wild way
And Jesus was the herdsman, who went out searching for me
He saved me from sin, and gave my heart peace
And therefore I will praise him for age and eternity
 
In heaven there is rejoicing when a sinner return
From the wild way, which is so cold and dim
Hear the herdsman's voice calling: come home from the wild way
Then you'll be saved from sin, which down to the darkness drags
 

The Fairest Rose Is Found

The fairest rose is found
Up through the thorns she is risen
Our Jesus the dearest bloom
Grown up among mere mortals
 
For since we lost the honour
To carry God's image in the heart
The world lay in desolation and disorder
And death harried us harshly
 
But the Lord made a rose bloom
For all the world to rejoice in
The scent to the heavens rises
Our earth to God's garden it hallows
 
So blooms God's church with honour
And the sweetest fruits can carry
In Christ she breathes and lives
And liquid to the growth he gives
 
Now surely the world should joyfully
Sing songs of praise for the saviour
But many look upon the thorns
And see not the heavenly rose
 
Thou sinner! Why make yourself hard,
Like a thorn bush yourself guard?
With prideful thoughts in mind
Just like thorns long and dense
 
Step down from your self-made height
And cry for your saviour down low
Then you shall his love know
And roses will in the dales grow
 
Now Jesus, you ever shall be
My rose, my adornment, my honour
You alone shall my heart take
Your sweetness I ever shall taste
 
My rose adornes and contents me
My rose gladdens and assists me
The sinful urges she drives off
And under the cross keeps me
 
Let the world threaten and compel me
Let the thorns rip and sting me
When the heart eventually ceases
The rose upon my chest I will fasten
 

Norveška ljubavna pesma

Odrasla sam uz more
igrala sam se ispod sunca
Dođi, dođi u moje snove
to je moje svjetlo života
 
Između zumbula
sedi cura s plavim pletenicama
plavooki anđeo
sa jagodastim obrazima
Čarolija me je vezala
živela sam san
norveška domovino
moje srce pripada tebi.
 
Penjala sam se na visoke planine
oktrila sam dubine
dugačko da bi bilo dugačko, biti deo ovog sna
tu je gde moje srce bije
 

Makruli

We are coming!
Let us give a red pheasant.
I'm a little bride,
Bring me a bed,
I have a husband
Let us all be blessed
We are coming!
 
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Buzz, buzz, buzz

Buzz, buzz, buzz,
Bees fly all around!
We will not sting you,
Buzzing around in the forest and heath,
Buzz, buzz, buzz
Bees fly all around!
 
Buzz, buzz, buzz,
Bees fly all around!
Flower field with yellow flowers,
Get a drop, get a little
Buzz, buzz, buzz,
Bees fly all around!
 
Buzz, buzz, buzz,
Bees fly all around!
When we come home to the hive,
Nectar inside the hive flows.
Buzz, buzz, buzz,
Bees fly all around!
 
Buzz, buzz, buzz,
Bees fly all around!
All gifts you have given,
Down on this lower ground.
Buzz, buzz, buzz,
Bees fly all around!
 
Buzz, buzz, buzz,
Bees fly all around!
Honey, and when you bake
Apple croissant and honey cake.
Buzz, buzz, buzz,
Bees fly all around!
 

M - AE, said a little green frog one day

Mm - ah, said a little green frog one day
Mm - ah, said a little green frog
Mm - ah, said a little green frog one day,
and then blinked its eyes and said:
Mm - ah - Mm - ah - Mm - ah - ah!
 

I am a little musician

I am a little musician,
Came her from Helgoland*.
I am a little musician,
Hailing from Helgoland.
On piano I play the most lovely trills:
 
I am a little musician,
Came her from Helgoland.
I am a little musician,
Hailing from Helgoland.
On fiddle I play the most lovely trills:
 
I am a little musician,
Came her from Helgoland.
I am a little musician,
Hailing from Helgoland.
On the trumpet I play the most lovely trills:
 
I am a little musician,
Came her from Helgoland.
I am a little musician,
Hailing from Helgoland.
On the double bass I play the most lovely trills:
 
I am a little musician,
Came her from Helgoland.
I am a little musician,
Hailing from Helgoland.
On drums I play the most lovely trills:
 
I am a little musician,
Came her from Helgoland.
I am a little musician,
Hailing from Helgoland.
In an orchestra I play the most lovely trills:
 

5 Little Monkeys

Five little monkeys jumped on a bed
One fell down and hit their head
Mum called the doctor, and the doctor said:
'They are jumping on the bed? That's not good!'
 
Four little monkeys jumped on a bed
One fell down and hit their head
Mum called the doctor, and the doctor said:
'They are jumping on the bed? That's not good!'
 
Three little monkeys jumped on a bed
One fell down and hit their head
Mum called the doctor, and the doctor said:
'They are jumping on the bed? That's not good!'
 
Two little monkeys jumped on a bed
One fell down and hit their head
Mum called the doctor, and the doctor said:
'They are jumping on the bed? That's not good!'
 
One little monkey jumped on a bed
it fell down and hit their head
Mum called the doctor, and the doctor said:
'They are jumping on the bed? That's not good!'
 

Little Humpty sat on the Wall

Little Humpty sat on the wall.
Little Humpty down he fell.
All the king's horses and men
Can not put Humpty together again!
 

Per and Pia Went to the Hills

Per and Pia went to the hills
To pick nuts
Per, he slipped and fell down
And Pia stumbled after.
 
Per sprang up, and with a jump
He ran home to his living room
He lay down in bed
With a brown paper bag on his head
 

O mercy great that saved me

O mercy great that saved me
I see it more and more
I was lost, now safe I am
Was blind, but now I see
 
It was grace that filled me
And gave my heart peace
And more than grace my salvation became
When I took it faithfully
 
Now through the battles and struggles of life
I am dearly led
It is grace that guides me
And will someday take me home
 
When we in Heaven have sung
His praise for a thousand years
Then our rejoicing will be just as great
It will never end
 

The Cradle Song

The cradle is carved,
and a boy inside, as if painted.
 
The cradle is of chestnut,
and the boy can already run around.
 
The cradle is hazelnut,
and the boy has has brought happiness.
 
The cradle is walnut,
and the boy is (as dear as) crystal.
 
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The Lay of Roland

Six of my men stay home and keep the clear gold
The other six in heathen-lands keep iron cold1
Riding out of Frankish Lands with dear maiden in the saddle
Blow the horn Olifant upon the Roncevaux Meadow
 
They fought upon the Roncevaux Meadow for days two and three
The sun could not shine bright through mist of man-blood
Riding out of Frankish Lands with dear maiden in the saddle
Blow the horn Olifant upon the Roncevaux Meadow
 
Roland puts the horn to a bloody mouth and blows it with wrath
Then did burst earth and stone three days away
Riding out of Frankish Lands with dear maiden in the saddle
Blow the horn Olifant upon the Roncevaux Meadow
 

• 1. in some version it is 'røyne' (test, try), in this version it is 'gøyme' (keep, hide)

Lara went hunting

Lara went out shooting one day,
And he sat down to wait - hansiralerira.
Then.He met a spotted goat:
Spoken: 'Say have you met the bear?'
Lara is laying in the forest enjoying life.
 
Lara placed his gun on a twig,
And he sat down to wait - hansiralerira.
Then he shot at the bear - but missed.
Spoken: 'Looks like I didn't hit him.'
Lara is laying in the forest enjoying life.
 
Lara placed his gun on a root,
And he sat down to wait - hansiralerira.
Then he fired the gun so the bear dropped dead.
Spoken: 'Well, he's got it this time.'
Lara is laying in the forest enjoying life.
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

Oh did you know Kjell?

Oh did you know Kjell?
Oh, did you know Kjell
He lived in the valley between two mountains
He had a wife, but what did she know?
She didn't know how to read or to write,
But certainly how to scold kjell.
And kjell got mad and stayed up all night
With the cat, till the moon rose.
That merry old fellow lit his pipe
And he sang and he sang.
That night was long.
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

The world upside down

I bridled my boot and saddled my sword
then I tied my horse to my side
So I saddled up for a catmurder-ride
would stop that dangerous fight
I lay down and died, I dreamed tonight (1)
It seemed that the song was upside-down
 
And the raven was red, the squirrel was smooth
There were two animals in the forest
There stood two squirrels and tamed a bear
They wanted him as a plowman
I lay down and died, I dreamed tonight
It seemed that the song was upside-down
 
And the salmon up in the top of a tree
he tore the leaves off the twigs
And the squirrel at the bottom of the sea
he lifted big grey stones
I lay down and died, I dreamed tonight
It seemed that the song was upside-down
 
Then came an old blind man to see
how everything was going
And the moon was crowing and the stars were singing
while the cuckoo-bird shone in the valley
I lay down and died, I dreamed tonight
It seemed that the song was upside-down
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

The hulder and elland.

Elland was tired, long the summer day,
Getting no rest it did fill him with dismay.
Hard for the horse was the rugged way,
For the hills were always rising.
 
From.The saddle he down the dinner laid,
Hasten'd then to find a cosey restfil shade,
Where his couch of flow'rs and grass was ready made
Never bed was more enticing.
 
(REF)
Get up, get up, look behind you
Hear silver strings, how sweet they sound,
Look, a hulder.And now mind you, that
That to win you she is bound,
Many hearts for you are aching,
They shall win you never.
Oh, my heart for you is breaking,
And I'll love you ever.
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

The Evening Is Quiet

The evening is quiet
The hours roll by
Soundlessly down to the eternal realm
Only my thoughts
Listening wander
Will she not come tonight, not come tonight?
 
The winter dreams
The stars swim,
Though its thin veil of visions, and laugh
Mentioning summer
Lovemaking and blossoms
Dares she not meet me again, not meet me again?
 

A Dream

I once saw in a dream vision
A lovely maiden so fair and pure
We sat in the bright clearing of the forest
Between the young trees of spring
And the bud burst
And the river ran
The commotion and noises of the distant village
Towards us in our leaf hall resounded
Where we sat hidden in blissful joy
But much more than a dream vision
Life itself became, one lovely day
It was in the bright clearing of the forest
And under the light grip of spring
And the river ran
And the bud burst
And everything was distant
Only you were near
And by my chest
I held on to you
Now I'll never lett you go again!
Never again! Never Again!
O meeting in the forest clearing
With the light, bright grip of spring!
There my day became a dream vision
There my dream became a lovely day
 

Норвежко дърво (Птичката беше излетяла)

Преди имах момиче
или по-скоро тя имаше мен.
Показа ми стаята си.
Не е ли добре, норвежко дърво?
 
Каза ми да остана и да седна където и да е,
затова се огледах, но забелязах, че няма стол.
 
Седнах на килимче
и чаках, пиейки от виното ѝ.
Разговаряхме до два,
и тя каза: „Време е за сън“
 
Каза ми, че работила сутринта и се засмя.
Аз ѝ казах, че аз не работя и отидох да спя във ваната.
 
И когато се събудих,
бях сам. Птичката беше излетяла.
Така че запалих огън.
Не е ли добре, норвежко дърво?
 

The Ballad of the Hanged

If you arrive to Niolu
you will see a convent,
the ax of time
didn’t delete its crying.
They were about sixty men
with chests oppressed by the terror.
 
After being tortured
by the executioners, what a massacre!
several were hanged:
there was a boy,
they tore him apart
with a wheel and a knife.
 
Nowadays, in Corsica,
pay attention to it,
there’s still anguish
when Marcu Maria is mentioned.
This was his name,
he was not even fifteen.
 

I went to sleep so late

I went to sleep so late, far into the night
Not a care I had in the world
Then my love sent for me
To her I must come
No one I have loved more than her
 
I went to the top of her house
As I always used to do
There all the maidens had gathered
To dress my love in her burial shroud
No one I have loved more than her
 
Then I went out into the field so green
I heard the church bells ringing
All I knew, all I felt
Was that my heart would break
No one I have loved more than her
 

Hamtaro Opening

For Hamtaro time!
Koshi-koshi, tiki-tiki, ooo
Hamtaro!
When we work together, joy and delight
Best friend,
(we) like sunflower seeds, krums-krums-krums (Correct Norwegian: 'liker solsikkefrø, krums-krums-krums')
Hamster gang,
we're a gang that sticks together (Correct Norwegian: 'gjeng som holder sammen er vi jammen')
Hamtaro!
Small hamsters, big adventures
Lora is at school, we have our Ham-Ham club
But be sure that we're all walking quietly
Kitties are much worse than you think
So you have to be careful to avoid getting scratched
Hoi!
Snoozer, Howdy, Penelope, Panda
Friends and gang
Oxnard, Bijou, Cappy, Maxwell
Hamster gang
Dexter, Boss, Pashmina, Jingle
Hamtaro
Small hamsters, big adventures
Sorry, I have to train, run around in my wheel, oi!
Hamtaro!
Hamtaro, listen to me now
Hamtaro!
Hamtaro, we help you