Midsummer Festival
Posted in Travel on 07/13/2010 08:13 pm by enjanerdOur first night in Copenhagen, Ian and I joined his cousin’s family and a friend to celebrate the Midsummer Festival. This is comparable to America’s Independence Day, but instead of fireworks, they burn a witch!
Before the witch-burning, they sing the Midsummer Hymn. In the third verse, they talk about the witches and trolls they burn to rid their towns of evil:
Midsummer song
We love our country
Text: Holger Drachmann, 1885
Melody: PE Lange-Müller, 1885We love our country,
when it is redesigned in July
teeth star of wood with brilliance in each eye,
when the spring of each bird
over fields of beach
let the voice of greeting trills themselves bend:
we sing your law over the road, the street
we wreaths your name when our harvest is in charge,
but the most beautiful wreath
just can not wait, however, your, Midsummer,
it is the bottom of this summer’s hearts so warm, so happy,
- But the most beautiful wreath
just can not wait, however, your, Midsummer,
it is the bottom of this summer’s hearts so warm, so happy.We love our country,
but by midsummer most
when every cloud over the field blessing transmitter
when flowers are most
and when the cattle in bucket
gives rigeligst gift for hardworking hands;
when we do not plow and harrows and drums,
when the cow’s dinner munching clover:
then go to the youth dance
on your bid Midsummer!
right as a foal and the lamb who freely across the meadow to tumble,
- Then go to the youth dance
on your bid Midsummer!
right as a foal and the lamb who freely across the meadow to tumble.We love our country,
and with sword in hand
each udenvælts enemy dressed us know
but against the spirit of strife
over fields, under the beach
we will fire on fathers barrows turn:
each city has its witches, and each parish its trolls,
them, we will from life with joy torches hold,
we want peace in this country,
Midsummer, Midsummer!
it can be won when hearts just can not wait never doubting cold
- We want peace in this country,
Midsummer, Midsummer!
it can be won, where hearts never doubting’s going cold.We love our country,
and we welcome the king,
who have tried and elected himself the right princess:
on his adventure castle
can every woman, every man
an example of life in love find!
Let the times grow old, let the colors fade,
a memory we will be in the heart us subscribe:
from narrative rich north
shows a gloss over land -
It is a wonderful reflection of its enchanting meadows
- From narrative rich north
shows a gloss over land -
It is a wonderful reflection of its enchanting meadows!