Translation of "In Flanders fields" (Standalone)
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| Original: | In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. |
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| Translation: | In Flanno fellem flågjen zä mågns
Betvönn zäm kreusem, säls to säla,
Vad mellen unsen stall; ja in zäm hummlem
Flögen, nög gemoine in sangö, zä louzges,
Krenk hauze gemange zän sparrweppnen unne.
Wi sinn zä Deus. Fråm favem dågem
liuzen wi, follen zen marnknapp, san zes tramends bröff,
Sjoon ja dan sjooe, ja högg lögjen wi
in Flanno fellem.
Dråg unsen födskap zem unfeera:
Ad zig, ud dröusennem hannem, wörpen wi
zen faggel; seis is zinn, an heu en töa.
Uns figles zu, uns vå diun,
Zarpen wi skad slepa, zou magen mågns
in Flanno fellem
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| Interlinear: | Not added |
