Villeman and Magnhild

Villeman Og Magnhild

Villeman went to the big lakeVillemann gjekk seg te storan å
Hey, the prettiest linden leaves of allHei fagraste lindelauvi alle
Where he wanted to play the golden harpDer han ville gullharpa slå
For the runes he longs to winFor de runerne de lyster han å vinne

Villeman walks against the currentVillemann gjenge for straumen å stå
Hey, the prettiest linden leaves of allHei fagraste lindelauvi alle
He could masterfully play the golden harpMesterleg kunne han gullharpa slå
For the runes he longs to winFor de runerne de lyster han å vinne

He played with grace, he played with skillHan leika med lente, han leika med list
Hey, the prettiest linden leaves of allHei fagraste lindelauvi alle
And the bird went silent on the budding branchOg fugelen tagna på grønande kvist
For the runes he longs to winFor de runerne de lyster han å vinne

He played with grace, he played with a roarHan leika med lente, han leika med gny
Hey, the prettiest linden leaves of allHei fagraste lindelauvi alle
He played Magnhild from the nymph's embraceHan leika Magnhild av nykkens arm
For the runes he longs to winFor de runerne de lyster han å vinne

But then the trolls rose from the deepest seaMen då steig trolli upp or djupaste sjø
Hey, the prettiest linden leaves of allHei fagraste lindelauvi alle
It echoed in the mountains and thundered in the skyDet gjalla i berg og det runga i sky
For the runes he longs to winFor de runerne de lyster han å vinne

Then he struck his harp down in his rageDå slo han si harpe til bonns i sin harm
Hey, the prettiest linden leaves of allHei fagraste lindelauvi alle
And drew power from the trolls' mightOg utvinner krafti av trollenes arm
For the runes he longs to winFor de runerne de lyster han å vinne