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La ballade de Flemmingrad (version traditionnelle) [The ballad of Flemmingrad (traditional version)]

Il était un troll qui inspirait l’estime,
Il était si bon et d’une beauté rarissime,
Je vous parle du vieux Flemmingrad.
Ami de tous les Trolls quel que soit leur grade.
On lui offrait des fruits recouverts de mousse,
Il les avalait d’une seule traite sur le pouce.
Il devint si gros, Flemmingrad,
Que l’on ne pouvait plus lui faire d’accolade.
 
On jouait à petit troll vole, vole.
On criait Flemmy vole, vole.
 
Mais un jour les humains ont semé l’effroi.
Les trolls ont dû fuir par un chemin étroit.
Le bon vieux géant Flemmingrad
Tenta de passer mais il resta en rade.
 
Pour l’attraper les hommes ont lancé une corde
C’est là que Flemmy s’est jeté dans le Fjord.
La ballade du vieux Flemmingrad
Dont la vie s’acheva par une baignade.
 
Noyé, mais pas oublié.
 
Oh mon petit troll vole, vole, vole.
Oui où que tu sois vole, vole.
 
Voilà l’origine de cette tradition.
 
C’est en Décembre que nous nous retrouvons
Pour rendre hommage à un troll de renom.
En souvenir d’un vieux camarade,
Un gentil copain nommé Flemmingrad.
 
On parle traditions et histoires d’autrefois
Et dans ses narines l’herbe fraîche vient des bois.
On se rappelle nos bonnes rigolades,
On fait revivre Flemmingrad.
Voici la statue d’mon idole.
Oh Flemmy, mon ami troll.
 
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The ballad of Flemmingrad (traditional version)

He was a troll, respected by everyone,
He was so good and had a very rare beauty,
I'm talking about the old Flemmingrad.
He was friend with every troll, no matter their rank.
They offered him moss-covered fruit
And he swallowed them all at once on his thumb.
He became so big, Flemmingrad,
That no one could ever hug him anymore.
 
We played flying, flying little troll.
We shouted: Flemmy, fly, fly.
 
But, one day, humans spread terror.
Trolls had to flee through a narrow passage.
The good old giant Flemmingrad
Tried to go through it, but stayed behind.
 
In order to get him, the humans threw a rope,
In that moment Flemmy threw himself into the fjord.
The ballad of the old Flemmingrad,
Whose life ended swimming.
 
Drowned, but not forgotten.
 
Oh, my little troll, fly, fly fly.
Yeah, wherever you are, fly, fly.
 
This is the origin of this tradition.
 
In December we gather together
To pay homage to a well-known troll.
In order to remember an old friend,
A kind companion named Flemmy.
 
We're talking about ancient traditions and legends
And the fresh grass in his nostrils comes from the woods.
We remember the fun times with him,
We revive Flemmingrad,
This is the statue of my idol.
Oh, Flemmy, my troll friend.
 
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