A keresés eredménye

Magna Frisia (Greater Frisia)

Magna Frisia, people have died for your honor.
Magan Frisia, kings have fought on your lands.
Giants walked over your ground.
Gods toasted you.
Songs have been sung about you,
Magana Frisian, Free Frisians!
 
Surrounded by sea,
Bound by blood.
Your wild people
with sword and shield.
I will value (you).
I will fight (for you).
I will bleed (for you).
 
There are the Frisians,
from Weser (a river in Germany) to Swin (Zwin, modern Belgium).
I want to have unity
to Cologne (Germany).
I will value (you).
I will fight (for you).
I will bleed (for you).
 

Helgoland / Heligoland

Green is your land,
Red are your edges (cliffs),
White is your sand,
The colors of our Helgoland (a traditionally Frisian North Sea island, now part of modern Germany).
 
Embraced by sea, green, and stone
A strongly rooted rock for all.
Forsite's (Frisian version of the God Forseti) throne,
Bring us trade and law.
Holy land, we Frisians are crazy about you.
Deät Lun (name of Helgoland in its local Frisian language).
 
Gods and kings, lords and servants,
They toasted to Helgoland, horns full of mead.
Weda (Frisian name for the God Odin), he brought the twelve law-speakers there.*
They wandered in the dark, he heard their prayer.
With a golden axe they split your ground
From your boiling/bubbling spring streamed the law.
The tribes were then bound and kin forged.
Freedom was the highest law in the Frisian heart!
 
Thunder came into your blue skies
Fire and destruction devoured your noble body.
Lightening and bad spirits haunted you all around.
No matter how dark it was, your flame never dampened.
Red rock of Anna and soft sand of Düne (small island that was once connected to Helgoland),
You were a haven for every Frisian,
For Klaus Störtebeke with his Victual Brothers privateers.
For warriors and robbers, for every rogue.
 
*The verse is based on an Old Frisian legend from the Codex Unia. A translation into English is available here:
 

Hollók

Kilenc világ, Kilenc éj
Hideg
Két holló repül el egymás után
Fekete
Csodás szárnyaik tovaszállnak
A levegőben
Kilenc ég egy hatalmas
Fa körül
 
Midgard*, nézz föl, két holló repül az egeden
Egy jel, mely az istenek nyelvén beszél
A Világ titkait suttogják Odin füleibe
Hogy hogyan fognak a következő napon is tovaszállni
 
Három gyökér, három forrás
Az élet kincsei minden virágzó ágnak
A sorsot forgatják itt a Nornák**
És Hugin és Munin***, ők hozzák a híreket
 
Hugin és Munin, hol vagytok most?
Gondolatok s emlékek
Jöjjetek Térjetek vissza hozzám ismét!