Baldrs Draumar | Baldrs Draumar - Frij (OFFICIAL VIDEO) @TilHorisonten | Uploaded December 2019 | Updated October 2024, 1 hour ago.
This is the official videoclip of the song Frij taken from the album MAGNUS. The whole video was shot during our releaseshow in Neushoorn Leeuwarden the 23d of november 2019.
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LYRICS (English translation below)
Gjin goud, gjin sulver
Frijheid is ús priis
En foar ’t wy frijheid ha
Jou wy gjin belies
Dyn stêd kinst krije
Dat swarre wy dy
Mar ús priis is dúdlik
Friezen binne frij
As de wyn dy ’t weidet oan einleaze loften
dêr ’t it wolketek skiepfee de kime yn driuwt
In sinne dy ’t sakket yn fjoerreade marren
Tusken tuorrebouten oan ‘e ein fan ‘e dei
As weagen brûzjend op ‘t oankommend wetter
Skomjend fan wille, mei it swit op ‘e kop
Binne wy Friezen, yn hert en yn tinzen
Yn dwaan en yn litten, yn alles sa frij
Binne wy frij! Friezen binne frij!
Fan de skouders fan reuzen ôf sjogge wy no del
Op de kloften fan Karel, op de toarre, earme grûn
Tinkend oan thús, oan ús frou en oan ús bern
De rykdom fan in man, dy’t net te keapjen is
Frijdom komt ús ta! Friezen binne Frij!
Santjin kerren, baas op eigen grûn
Dêr ’t rêst hearsket, mei in frije stoel yn ’t rjocht
Wy tsjinje gjin hear, ha frede op ús ting
Ferachtsje dyn jeften, Karel Frankekening
Wy binne en bliuwe frij!
ENGLISH TRANSLATION:
No gold, no silver
Freedom is our price
And we will never yield
Before freedom is ours
You will have your city
We swear to you
Our price is clear however,
Frisians are free
Like the winds grazing on endless heavens
Where clouds, like sheep, are driven to the horizon
A sun that sinks in flame red lakes
Between cattails and reed at the end of the day
Like the waves brawling on the incoming water
Foam and splashes like sweat on their face
Are we Frisians, in heart and in mind,
In deeds and thoughts, in everything, free
We are free! Frisians are free!
From the shoulders of giants, we look down
On the armies of Charlemagne, on the torn and lean ground
Thinking of home, of our wifes and our kids,
A man’s wealth that can’t be bought
Freedom is ours! Frisians are free!
Seventeen priviliges, ruling our own grounds
Where we’re at ease and have our own honest laws
We serve no lord and have peace on our moot
We despise your gifts, Charlemagne king of Franks
We are and will ever be free!
This is the official videoclip of the song Frij taken from the album MAGNUS. The whole video was shot during our releaseshow in Neushoorn Leeuwarden the 23d of november 2019.
Follow Baldrs Draumar:
baldrsdraumar.com
facebook.com/baldrsdraumarofficial
instagram.com/baldrs_draumar
LYRICS (English translation below)
Gjin goud, gjin sulver
Frijheid is ús priis
En foar ’t wy frijheid ha
Jou wy gjin belies
Dyn stêd kinst krije
Dat swarre wy dy
Mar ús priis is dúdlik
Friezen binne frij
As de wyn dy ’t weidet oan einleaze loften
dêr ’t it wolketek skiepfee de kime yn driuwt
In sinne dy ’t sakket yn fjoerreade marren
Tusken tuorrebouten oan ‘e ein fan ‘e dei
As weagen brûzjend op ‘t oankommend wetter
Skomjend fan wille, mei it swit op ‘e kop
Binne wy Friezen, yn hert en yn tinzen
Yn dwaan en yn litten, yn alles sa frij
Binne wy frij! Friezen binne frij!
Fan de skouders fan reuzen ôf sjogge wy no del
Op de kloften fan Karel, op de toarre, earme grûn
Tinkend oan thús, oan ús frou en oan ús bern
De rykdom fan in man, dy’t net te keapjen is
Frijdom komt ús ta! Friezen binne Frij!
Santjin kerren, baas op eigen grûn
Dêr ’t rêst hearsket, mei in frije stoel yn ’t rjocht
Wy tsjinje gjin hear, ha frede op ús ting
Ferachtsje dyn jeften, Karel Frankekening
Wy binne en bliuwe frij!
ENGLISH TRANSLATION:
No gold, no silver
Freedom is our price
And we will never yield
Before freedom is ours
You will have your city
We swear to you
Our price is clear however,
Frisians are free
Like the winds grazing on endless heavens
Where clouds, like sheep, are driven to the horizon
A sun that sinks in flame red lakes
Between cattails and reed at the end of the day
Like the waves brawling on the incoming water
Foam and splashes like sweat on their face
Are we Frisians, in heart and in mind,
In deeds and thoughts, in everything, free
We are free! Frisians are free!
From the shoulders of giants, we look down
On the armies of Charlemagne, on the torn and lean ground
Thinking of home, of our wifes and our kids,
A man’s wealth that can’t be bought
Freedom is ours! Frisians are free!
Seventeen priviliges, ruling our own grounds
Where we’re at ease and have our own honest laws
We serve no lord and have peace on our moot
We despise your gifts, Charlemagne king of Franks
We are and will ever be free!
