Lumsk - Troll

Hi there~ A complete album waiting to be understood =) I would appreciate a lot if anyone can translate at least the song 7, Blæster. English or Spanish would be ok. Good day~


1. Nøkken

Nøkken han sitt å spille
kan du hør fela gå?
Fra ælva du slåtten høre
det e' ondskapen som her rår.

Han lokke dæ kvinnfolk te' sæ
det e du som hør' en bæst
Han spælle førr å få dæ
hør slåtten i fra væst

Går du dit tonan kjæm fra
ligg han å lure dær
han kan å skap sæ om
være ei ørn som fær

I fra ælva du slåtten høre
det e' ondskapen som rår
det e' du som hør' en bæst
han spælla førr å få dæ
hør du slåtten i fra væst?


2. Dunker

Det bur eit bergtroll uti Fosen eit sted
hans namn kjenne ingen, han er nøye med det
han var så forelska i ei fager møy
"eg sei ho ikkje namnet mitt, for da kan eg dør"

Hei - hei huskom - i - hei
snart tek eg brura i min famn
hei - hei huskom - i - hei

Han tok den fagre møya inn i Fosenhula si
der skull dei bu til saman til evig tid
men jenta var sørgmodig ho gret og var så lei
mens Bergetrollet laga i stand bryllaupsfest for dei

Hei - hei huskom - i - hei
snart tek eg brura i min famn
hei - hei huskom - i - hei

Den kvelden i før bryllaupsfest han var i godt humør
han drakk og han sang som ein brudgom kan gjør
i manga dagar hadde jenta prøvd å lokke fram
sin brudgoms namn men tenk det hjelpte ei med dram

Hei - hei huskom - i - hei
snart tek han brura i sin famn
hei - hei huskom - i - hei

Som natta gjekk og meir han fekk
ho såg sin muligheit
kom kjære ven eg luskar deg du er mi kjærlighet

Kom legg ditt hovud i mitt fang
eg for deg syngja vil
han blei så glad han reiste seg og vart ein smule vill
Han dansa rundt og rundt og rundt
og pluteseleg han sang
ein sang det skulle visa seg han sang for siste gang

Hei - hei dunkeromdei
Han fekk ikkje brura i sin famn
Hei - hei dunkeromdei


3. Åsgårdsreia

"Åsgårdsreia e' på ferde'
eit følge du høyre før du ser
dei rir på stora, svarte hesta
piske dei, så skummet fosse ne'r
å augo lyser vilt i mørkret"

Hestane styres av stenger som glør
som ryttera hisse opp kvarandra med
det klinge i stål og av ville skrik
lytt - de e' Åsgårdsreia vi kjenne te'

-eit følge av kvinnfolk og kara

Dei rir over skog - over fejll og sjø
Ser dei deg, tar dei sjela di
sjela di tar dei og kroppen bli som før
lytt - de e' larmen av hesta som rir

I hælvet' for snill, og i himmelen for slem
ei kvilelaus, jævelsk rei som rir
stålet gnistre' i den svarte natt
lytt - de e' Åsgårdsreia som driv

-eit følge av kvinnfolk og kara

Høyre du dei skjærandes skrika?
ei kvilelaus jævelsk rei som rir
det kan bli det siste du høyre
de e' Åsgårdsreia som tar deg meg


4. Trolltind

Vilja du høyra historia
om Trolltindane i Romsdal?
det gjekk seg slik at dei vart te'
da jotnane skulle gifta seg

-og brurefølgjet seg på ferda

Giftarmålet skulle stå
i trollkyrkja som var deira
ved foten av fjellet Romsdalshorn
alle jotnane skulle feira

Nokre av jotnane kom langvegs frå
og starta tidleg med festen
ølbollen vandra i ring blant dei
som gjekk på den brurevei

-og tida ho blei ikkje lange

Tida var gløymd og natta blei lang
dei spøkte og lo og fnisa
dess meir dei supa og lo og song
dei nærma seg umerkeleg krisa

Det tura i lag
og natt blei til dag
men med dagslyset kom også sola
det øyeblikk strålane følgjet traff
var det ikkje blant oss her på jorda

Ikkje ein jotne held seg på beina
følgjet blei som forsteina
det hjelpte ikkje å verte gal
dei står der den dag i dag


5. Allvis

Eg vil hente heim mi brur i dag
snart skal vi hyggje oss heime
eg er av tusseætt
og er ikkje verdig henne

Meg eg har så sterk ein vilje
møya vil eg eige

Allvis er namnet og under jorda eg bur
Tor er faren til mi komande brur
han sa då til meg
at "denne møya skal aldri
hentast heim av deg"

Men eg har så sterk ein vilje
møya vil eg eige

Tor han sett eitt krav
at eg ausar av mitt krav
av visdom som eg har

Tor han vil veta alt:
om himmel og alvar - dvergar og sol
om jotnar og æse - skyer og skog

Og eg har så sterk ein vilje
brura skal eg ha

Han gir seg ikkje med dette
om meire han vil vete
om vindar og vanar - om kneggjer og skø
om vindstille og lummer luft

Han masa og masa
om låg og stavstille - om eld og flammer
om skadebrenne om skog og djupt hav
og alt i livet

Og eg har så sterk ein vilje
brura skal eg ha

"Og natta ho gjekk
og svar han fekk
og Tor sa:
mektig har eg sveke deg, haha, dverg
her skinner sol i salen!"


6. Perpålsa

Perpålsa tussen budde i en stein
i Nordland, i Nordlan
å han Svensk-Henrik var på flukt på sine bein
han sprang frå lensmannen i dalen

Svensk-Henrik sprang, og han sprang
i Nordland, i Nordland
Og lensmannen kom likke bak med tvang
han klare aldri sleppe unna

Langt borte såg han noko han trudde
i Nordland, i Nordland
steinen der han Perpålsa budde
og pusten frå lensmannen va like bak

Han kasta seg bak stein han måtte sjå
i Nordland, i Nordland

han dundra og banka febrilsk og kraftig på
han Perpålsa var heldigvis heime

Døre opna seg litt på gløtt
i Nordland
Han Svensk-Henrik smatt inn
no ska eg sov søtt

-Det var ein tussestein!


7. Blæster

Kong Olav den heilage skuklle byggje spir
på Domen i Nidaros by
han greidde det ikkje og lova sola til den
som fekk spiret til å rage mot sky

Men trur du at nokon melde seg?

Berre ei halv mil frå byen
på Ladehammaren ut
der budde ein diger jotne
med namnet som einaste sut

Skal tru om den jotnen melde seg?

Han tykte den løne var gjev og gild
så jobben den ville han ha
men kongen måtte vere snill
og namnet hans inni seg ha

Slik gjekk det at jotnen melde seg

Og jotnen jobba både dag og natt
til spiret stod der i glans
han drøymde om kongens digre skatt
snart skulle sola bil hans

Skal tru om den kongen angra seg?

Ved midnatt rodde han Olav av stad
til Kjerringberget i båt
gygra roa barnet ned
for å stanse den barnegråt

Kva var det han høyrde Gygra si?
"æ lova dæ sola - det himmelske gull
så snart han Blæster e' fri
for arbeid på spiret te' Domen - i rette tid"

Skal tru om den kongen angra seg?

Olav rodde heim av all si makt
han måtte til Blæster sjå
forutan ein knapp var spiret lagt
han var nesten ferdig med det

Skal tru om den kongen angra seg?

Kong Olav den heilage ropa ut:
"Blæster korr flink du e'"
straks jotnen høyrde namnet sitt
han døydde og ramla ned

Skal tru om den kongen fryda seg?


8. Byttingen

Byttingen satt der i godstolen sin
sur og sær ved grua
gamal og taus og rugga seg
alle ønskte at han skulle døy
også nabofrua

Han var så gamal og taus ein kar
dei spurde vismannen
og han gav svar:
"om byttingen sei dykk kor gamal han e'
vil han døy - det e' de som skal te"

Byttingen ville ikkje daude, han ville leva evig

Byttingen satt der i god stolen sin
sur og sær ved grua
vismannen tok seg eit eggeskal
og lot som han skulle bryggja øl
og servere det til frua

Byttingen vakna med eitt så glad
stirde på ølbrygget rugga og sa:
"lenge har eg levd og sju gonger sett
skogen brenna og vekse opp
Men aldri ølbrygg i ein eggeskaltopp"

byttingen ville ikkje daude, han ville leva evig

No var det dags for han og døy, han ville leva evig

Originally Posted by Anubisu

I would appreciate a lot if anyone can translate at least the song 7, Blæster.

Olav Haraldsson, eh? I'd start with Heimskringla.

If none of our Norwegian friends is willing to translate it, I guess I'll give it a try. (Please keep in mind that most of these lyrics require some familiarity with Scandinavian mythology and folklore; otherwise they may sound a bit... odd.).


P.S. Oh well...

King Olav the Holy was building a spire
On the Dome in Nidaros town*
He couldn't do it and promised the sun to him
Who could make the spire lift towards the sky

But do you think someone came forth?

Just half a mile from the city
At Ladehammaren**
There lived a big giant
With his name as his only weakness

Wonder if the giant came forth?

He thought the pay was both fair and nice
So the job he would have
But the king had to be kind
And the name kept to himself

So it went that the giant came forth

And the giant he worked both day and night
'Til the spire stood there shimmering
He dreamed of the king's great treasure
Soon the sun would be his

Wonder if the king regretted?

By midnight Olav rowed off the city
To the Mountain of the Old Hag* in a boat
The giantess was calming down the child
To stop the crying of children

What was it he heard the giantess say?
"I promise you the sun -- the heavenly gold
As soon as Blæster is free
From his work on the Dome's spire at the right time"

Wonder if the king regretted?

Olav rowed home with all his force
He had to see Blæster
All but a button was to be laid on the spire
He had almost got the job done

Wonder if the king regretted?

King Olav the Holy yelled out:
"Blæster, how clever you are!"
As soon as the giant heard his name
He died and rumbled down

Wonder if the king rejoiced himself?

___________

*King Olav Haraldsson was buried by Nidelven, the river Nid, after he was killed in the battle of Stiklestad in 1030. Tradition has it that the high Altar of the Cathedral (Nidarosdomen) now stands on the exact spot of this burial site. One year and five days after he died the King was declared a saint, and pilgrims began to flock to Nidaros (today's Trondheim) and the King's grave.

**Ladehammaren is in Trondheim

*Kjerringberget is a hill located in Lade, Trondheim.


Corrections are welcome.

Next: Nøkken

A word of explanation: The Nøkk is a male water spirit who played enchanted songs on the violin, luring women and children to drown in lakes or streams. One of his central attributes was thought to be shapeshifting. He could show himself as a man playing the violin in brooks and waterfalls, but also could appear as an animal -- most commonly in the form of a "brook horse".
In Sweden he's called Bäckahästen ("brook horse"; remember the song "Bäckahästen" by Otyg?), and in Celtic folklore - kelpie. It is said that his intention is to drown his victims after he's lured them to sit on his back.

There's a famous painting by Theodor Kittelsen called "Nøkken".

The Nøkk, he sits a-playing
Can you hear the fiddle go?
From the river you hear the melody
It's the evil that here reigns

He lures womenfolk to him
It is you that hear him best
He is playing to catch you
Hear the melody coming from west

If you go where the tones come from
He will be lurking there
He can change his shape
Be like an eagle that roams

From the river you hear the melody
It is evil that reigns
It is you that hear him best
He is playing to catch you
Can you hear the melody coming from west?

A million thanks for your work and dedication! You have my gratitude =)

I just love mythology and I would like to know more about every culture and their beliefs, so this is great for my vast curiosity, heh.

I already knew about Kelpie, but it's a surprise to know about this male violinist who probably shares the same mythological root =)

Here you can see a nice video this band made for the song Trolltind:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCFfu...eature=related

Thanks again and good day!

Maybe it's time for Trolltind then.

Notes:
Romsdalshorn is a mountain in Møre og Romsdal, Norway.

Trolltindane peaks are in Møre og Romsdal, Norway -- according to legend, a bridal procession of trolls turned to stone by the morning light.


Will you hear the story
Of the Troll Peaks in Romsdal?
It was so that they were created
When giants were to get married

-And the bride's following was on its way

The marriage was to be held
In the troll-church that was theirs
At the base of the mountain Romsdalshorn
All giants would celebrate

Some of the giants came from afar
And started the feast early
The beer bowl was passed around amongst them
That were on the marriage way

-And time went fast

Time was forgotten and the night was long
They joked and laughed and giggled
And the more they drank and laughed and sang
They approached indiscernible crisis

They tripped in company
And night became day
But with daylight also came sun
The moment the rays caught the following
They were not with us here on earth

No giant stayed on his feet
The following was as petrified
It did not help to be mad
They stand there still today

Ok, I'll try my best to translate "Åsgårdsreia"

Again, this is a part of the norwegian folklore. Åsgårdsreia is supposed to be a noisy company of restless dead souls. They would come riding at nigth, especially around christmast-time. People who had not finished their preparations before christmas could be dragged along in the company of theese mysterious caracters. If someone got caught, the soul of this seeping person (this happened during nigth) could be brought far away.To prevent oneself to get cought on this wild journey, people would paint a tar-cross above their doors, both the doors of people aswell as animals.

3. Åsgårdsreia

"Åsgårdsreia e' på ferde'
Åsgårdsreia is afoot
eit følge du høyre før du ser
a company you can hear before you can see it
dei rir på stora, svarte hesta
they are riding big, black horses
piske dei, så skummet fosse ne'r
whipping them, such that the the foam is pouring down
å augo lyser vilt i mørkret"
and their eyes is glowing wildely in the dark

Hestane styres av stenger som glør
The horses are guided by rods which are red-hot
som ryttera hisse opp kvarandra med
and with which the horsemen are egging eachother on
det klinge i stål og av ville skrik
You can hear the chimeing steel and the wild screams
lytt – de e’ Åsgårdsreia vi kjenne te’
listen- it’s the Åsgårdsreia we can feel

-eit følge av kvinnfolk og kara
- a company of womenfolk and men

Dei rir over skog - over fejll og sjø
They are riding across woods- across mountains and sea
Ser dei deg, tar dei sjela di
If they see you, they will take your soul
sjela di tar dei og kroppen bli som før
your soul the will take, but your body will remain the same
lytt – de e’ larmen av hesta som rir
listen- it’s the noise av riding horses


I hælvet’ for snill, og i himmelen for slem
To Hell with the good ones, and to heaven with the bad
ei kvilelaus, jævelsk rei som rir
a restless, develish mob riding
stålet gnistre' i den svarte natt
the steel is sparkling in the black nigth
lytt - de e' Åsgårdsreia som driv
¬listen- it’s the drive of the Åsgårdsreia

-eit følge av kvinnfolk og kara
- a company of womenfolk and men


Høyre du dei skjærandes skrika?
Can you hear the piercing screams?
ei kvilelaus jævelsk rei som rir
a restless, develish mob riding
det kan bli det siste du høyre
it migth be the last thing you hear
de e' Åsgårdsreia som tar deg med
it’s the Åsgårdsreia who will grab you along

Thank you both for the new translations & info =D

Yesterday I found out that a girl in my class also knows about Lumsk.. That's pretty unusual here, at the other side of the world.. I like rare music =)

If you like norwegian folkmusic I can recommend a band called "Gåte"...don't know if you have ever about it... They're more of a folkrock band, but their lyrics are similar to Lumsk, with norwegian folklore as it's base.

Here is a link for Gåte;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mes1p...eature=related

Oh, thank you =) I had not heard of them.. I listened a few songs in YouTube and I liked em pretty much (and also the video you linked). I think folk-rock.. oh well, folk-metal, to be more specific, is a wonderful combination.. I love Celtic folk/folk-metal, and now I'm getting into Nordic and loving it as well

Lja, thanks a bunch for your help.

Now, where were we? Allvis, right? This song is inspired by Alvíssmál ("Talk of Alvíss") - a poem from the Poetic Edda probably dating to the 11th century at the end of the Viking Age, that relates a conversation between Thor and a Dvergr (dwarf) called Alvíss ("All-Wise").
Alvíss comes to Thor to claim a maiden, who in his eyes had been promised to him as a bride. Thor, the Thunder God, was her father, and he strongly refuses to hand her over to Alvíss, since he wasn't home when the deal was done. He says Alvíss must answer any question Thor poses. Alvíss has the answer to every single one of Thor's questions, but he is nevertheless outwitted. When the sun finally rises at the end of the poem, Alvíss, being a dwarf, turns to stone as its rays strike him.
/You can read it here./

So, the lyrics:

I will bring home my bride today
Soon we will enjoy ourselves at home
I am of dwarf-family
And not worthy of her

But my will is strong
The maid I will own

All-Wise is my name and underground I live
Thor is the father of my bride to be
He said then to me
"This maid shall never
Be brought home by you"

But my will is strong
The maid I will own

Thor sets a requisition
That I share the wealth
Of knowledge that I've got

Thor, he wants to know all
Of heaven and elves, dwarves and sun
Of giants and aesir*, clouds and forests

And my will is strong
The maid I will own

He will not stop with this
And more he wants to know:
Of winds and vanir*, of Neigher* and seas
Of wind's fall and muggy air

He nags and nags
Of smooth and calm sea, of fire and flames
Of forests burnt to the ground and deep ocean
And all in life

And my will is strong
The maid I will own

And the night passed
And answers he got
And Thor said:
"Greatly have I deceived you, haha, dwarf
Now the sun shines here in the hall!"

__________

*Aesir are one of the two groups of gods, the other being the Vanir*.

*Neigher is what "the holy ones high" call the wind

I read the poem why does everything turn to stone with the sunlight? xD

Thank you once again.. you are getting the album done, and that's more than what I hoped!

Originally Posted by panselinos

Now, where were we? Allvis, right?

Dunker was left behind, just for if..

2. Dunker

Det bur eit bergtroll uti Fosen eit sted
There lives a mountain-troll somewhere out in the waterfall
hans namn kjenne ingen, han er nøye med det
no one knows his name, and he makes sure no one ever will
han var så forelska i ei fager møy
He was in love whith a fair maiden
"eg sei ho ikkje namnet mitt, for da kan eg dør"
”I’m not going to tell her my name, because then I can die”


Hei - hei huskom - i - hei
Hey-hey huskom* - i -hey
snart tek eg brura i min famn
Soon I will embrace my bride
hei - hei huskom - i - hei
Hey-hey huskom - i -hey


Han tok den fagre møya inn i Fosenhula si
He brougth his fair maiden into his cave in the waterfall
der skull dei bu til saman til evig tid
There they would live together forever
men jenta var sørgmodig ho gret og var så lei
But the girl was sorrowful, she cried and were sad
mens Bergetrollet laga i stand bryllaupsfest for dei
while the Mountain-troll organized their wedding


Hei - hei huskom - i - hei
Hey-hey huskom* - i -hey
snart tek eg brura i min famn
Soon I will embrace my bride
hei - hei huskom - i - hei
Hey-hey huskom - i -hey


Den kvelden i før bryllaupsfest han var i godt humør
The nigth befor their wedding he was cheerful
han drakk og han sang som ein brudgom kan gjør
He was drinking and singing the way a groom can do
i manga dagar hadde jenta prøvd å lokke fram
For days the girl had tried to get to know
sin brudgoms namn men tenk det hjelpte ei med dram
her groom’s name, but not even a drink would help


Hei - hei huskom - i - hei
Hey-hey huskom - i -hey
snart tek han brura i sin famn
Soon I will embrace my bride
hei - hei huskom - i - hei
Hey-hey huskom - i -hey



Som natta gjekk og meir han fekk
During the night he got more (to drink)
ho såg sin muligheit
and she saw her opportunity
kom kjære ven eg luskar deg du er mi kjærlighet
”Come dear friend I love** you, you are my love


Kom legg ditt hovud i mitt fang
Come put your head in my lap
eg for deg syngja vil
I will sing for you
han blei så glad han reiste seg og vart ein smule vill
He was so excited, he got up and became a bit crazy
Han dansa rundt og rundt og rundt
He danced around, and around, and around
og pluteseleg han sang
And suddely he was singing
ein sang det skulle visa seg han sang for siste gang
a song, which turned out he would sing for the last time


Hei - hei dunkeromdei
Hey- hey Dunker-omdei
Han fekk ikkje brura i sin famn
He never got to embrace his bride
Hei - hei dunkeromdei
Hey- hey Dunker-omdei

* I’m not sure what ”huskom” means, but I think the whole sentence is just å phrase used i norwegian folkelore. Other norwegians are welcomed to correct me, or give insigth to what it means.

** I have never heard the word ”luskar” in such a relation before. But from the context I think it can mean ”love” or ”want”. Again, feel free to correct me…

May I suggest something, although I'm not Norwegian?

I believe in this instance "luskar" means "to fondle, to stroke". So "Come, dear friend, I'll stroke you, you are my love".

Yeah, I think you're right about "Hey-hey huskom-i-hey". It doesn't mean anything, it's just a folk motif. There are similar nonsense chants in Celtic songs as well.

Thanks panselinos

Your interpretation of the word "luskar" seems right...

I realized that we haven’t translated ”Byttingen”.

First, once again a lesson in old norwegian folklore
”Bytting” in norwegian can be translated to someone or something that has been swapped/exchanged. In old norwegian superstition a ”bytting” is an ugly, disformed, greedy and stupud creature which the creatures from the underworld have put in the cradle in exchange for a newborn human child


Byttingen

Byttingen satt der i godstolen sin
Byttingen sat in his favorite chair
sur og sær ved grua
grumpy and weird by the fireplace
gamal og taus og rugga seg
old and silent and rocking (the chair)
alle ønskte at han skulle døy
everyone wanted him to die
også nabofrua
the woman nextdoor aswell


Han var så gamal og taus ein kar
He was an old and silent fellow
dei spurde vismannen
They asked the wise man
og han gav svar:
and he gave the answer:
"om byttingen sei dykk kor gamal han e'
”if Byttingen willl tell you how old he is
vil han døy - det e' de som skal te"
he will die - that’s what it takes


Byttingen ville ikkje daude, han ville leva evig
Byttingen did’t want to die, he wanted to live forever


Byttingen satt der i god stolen sin
Byttingen sat in his favorite chair
sur og sær ved grua
grumpy and weird by the fireplace
vismannen tok seg eit eggeskal
the wise man took an eggshell
og lot som han skulle bryggja øl
and he pretended to brew beer in it
og servere det til frua
and served it to the woman


Byttingen vakna med eitt så glad
Byttingen suddenly woke up happy
stirde på ølbrygget rugga og sa:
he stared at the brew, rocked (his chair) and said:
"lenge har eg levd og sju gonger sett
”I’ve lived a long time and seven times I’ve seen
skogen brenna og vekse opp
the forest burn down and grow up again
Men aldri ølbrygg i ein eggeskaltopp"
But I’ve never seen brew in a top of an eggshell"


Byttingen ville ikkje daude, han ville leva evig
Byttingen didn’t want to die, he wanted to live forever


No var det dags for han og døy, han ville leva evig
Now it was his time to die, he wanted to live forever

Yay~ thank you =)

Now reading the lyrics I have the feeling that it doesn't match with the whole song.. Just a thought. I like it anyway, and you did a good work as always!