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Undrer mig på, hvad jeg får at se
over de høje fjelde?
Øjet møder nok bare sne.
Rundt omkring står det grønne træ,
vilde så gerne over,
tro, når det rejsen vover?
Ørnen løfter med stærke slag
over de høje fjelde,
ror i den unge, kraftfulde dag,
mætter sit mod i det vilde jag,
sænker sig, hvor den lyster,
ser mod de fremmede kyster!
...
Skal jeg da aldrig, aldrig nå
over de høje fjelde?
Skal denne mur mine tanker slå,
sådan med sne-is og rædsel stå
stængende der til det sidste,
blive min dødningekiste?
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2,6 of the original text.
Confirmed with Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson, Digte og sange, Femte O P L A G, Gyldendalske Boghandel, Nordisk Forlag, Kristiania og København, 1914.Composition:
- Set to music by Halfdan Kjerulf (1815 - 1868), "Over de høje Fjelde", op. 6 (Otte norske viser) no. 7 (1843-59), published 1859, stanzas 1-2,6 [ voice and piano ], also set in German (Deutsch)
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Text Authorship:
- by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson (1832 - 1910), no title, appears in Arne, first published 1858
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Serai-je étonné par ce que je verrai", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 259
Serai-je étonné par ce que je verrai
au-delà des hautes montagnes ?
Mes yeux ne rencontrent que de la neige.
Tout autour il y a cet arbre vert,
qui aimerait tant s'élever,
quand osera-t-il partir ?
L'aigle s'élève à grands coups d'aile
au-dessus de la haute montagne,
il plane dans le matin revigorant,
il se charge de courage, dans une chasse sauvage,
il plonge où il veut,
il voit des côtes étrangères !
...
Ne pourrai-je jamais, jamais être proche
de passer la haute montagne ?
Cette muraille frappera-t-elle mes pensées,
comme une terreur de neige et de glace,
les verrouillant jusqu'à la fin,
devenant mon cercueil ?
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2,6 of the original text.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from Norwegian (Bokmål) to French (Français) copyright © 2013 by Pierre Mathé, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf.
Based on:
- a text in Norwegian (Bokmål) by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson (1832 - 1910), no title, appears in Arne, first published 1858
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