Att du både pratade och sjöng som om du vore Svensk🇸🇪🇳🇴 din röst är jätte vacker och det här är nog den finaste versionen av denna låt genom tiderna💖 Du sjunger så glatt jämt😀😊
I liked very much. But I only have one question the song is in Norwegian or in Swedish? I am not sure. I hope one day speak Norwegian, and I would. Thanks and grettings
Cláudia Rodrigues It is in Swedish, its from an swedish classic family book/movie (Emil I Lönneberga) by the author Astrid Lindgren (The same author that wrote Pippi Longstocking, if you know that one). Its kinda funny that he sings it to the royal family since the song is about a really poor farmworker/laborer.
My Name thank you very much. But I have one more question Norwegian and Swedish are very similar. I ask that because both are Nordic languages. For exemple I already saw that some things in Norwegian are similar with German like some structures (what I saw I thought that, but I nedd to improve my German and lern Norwegian). Thanks again and grettings
Malin Nordlund thanks for your comment. I already knew about that. He also speaks Russian. But again thanks for trying help me. He is amazing like you said. Grettings
My Name I gonna check this author and this particular book. I think I know but sometimes like I already saw a lot of things I stay not sure. But is very interesting what tou said
😯😮 Damn you're extremely good at singing in Swedish for not being a Swede (that's a English slang-word for Swedish person if you didn't know.) 👏👏👏👏👏 Also a minimalistic nitpick, excluding the fact that you forgot to add the word en (one of the two Swedish words for one) before Fattig Bonddräng this was literally flawless.
I am a poor farmworker, but I live anyway. Days come and go, while I work hard, harrowing, sowing seeds and plowing, sweeping the barn floor, digging and carrying walk behind my cattle, screaming, whistling and swearing. I am a poor farmworker and I chew my tobacco And when Saturday comes, I want to get drunk. Then, when I get high-spirited, I want to tussle and fight Sleep at a girl’s house, that’s what I’d like to do too, of course. Then,Sunday comes and our priest wants me to go to church, but that is when I sleep the most. Priests can sleep the whole day on Monday ,but a poor farmworker must start working again. That’s how the week goes, every day and every year. I walk with my scythe and I plow and sow seeds I guide my cattle and pile hay Harrow, work and slave and one day I shall die. Stands there, poor farmworker, before Heaven’s gate A little scared and sorry for the sins I committed. One shall not drink, be with girls and fight. The Lord, God in Heaven is quite disappointed, of course. But then the Lord says: poor farmworker, come here, I’ve seen your struggle and your persistent hard work, Therefore, poor farmworker, you are welcome here. Therefore, poor farmworker, you will be near me. Oh, I, the poor farmworker stand so quiet before God And then he dresses me with the whitest of all garments. Now, says the Lord, your work is done. Now, poor farmworker, you may rest. lyricstranslate.com
...men, hela poängen med låten är ju inte ens med ? Det är som att göra en film av en pjäs men istället för att ta med tredje akten så skiter man i upplösningen och istället bryter för reklam som leder till sändningsuppehåll...
