A song in my language that I think has really beautiful lyrics

  • A song that I think was originally a poem.

    It was written by a famous poet called Poul F. Joensen.


    I have heard that the song was written about his wife.


    There are two different versions of that song.

    One that has a more cheerful melody.

    I often hear people sing the cheerful one at weddings and stuff.

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    And then one that has a sadder melody, which I think Hanus G. Johansen made.

    I think that melody actually matches the last verse.

    And I really like Hamradun's cover version.

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    The English translation:


    Beautiful flower, you who decorate
    mountain peaks, cliff and pass,
    field and meadow and green slopes,
    what is more beautiful on earth?


    However, I know a flower,
    she is the most beautiful of all,
    not even a rose compares to her,
    she is the one I chose for myself.


    Flowers sprout towards Spring,
    wither when it´s Autumn,
    mine, she blooms all year,
    even if there´s cold and snow.


    She can only blossom once,
    she withers, I wither with her.
    I will accompany my flower
    to the final resting place

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