Edvard Hagerup Grieg - I Dovregubbens Hall | Текст песни

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• Edvard Hagerup Grieg
• I Dovregubbens Hall

Slay him! The Christian's son has bewitched
The Mountain King's fairest daughter!
Slay him!
Slay him!
May I hack him on the fingers?
May I tug him by the hair?
Hu, hey, let me bite him in the haunches!
Shall he be boiled into broth and bree to me
Shall he roast on a spit or be browned in a stewpan?
Ice to your blood, friends!