Mijn vlakke land.
Wanneer de Noordzee koppig breekt aan hoge duinen
En witte vlokken schuim uiteenslaan op de kruinen
Wanneer de norse vloed beukt aan het zwart bassalt
En over dijk en duin de grijze nevel valt
Wanneer bij eb het strand woest is als een woestijn
En natte westenwinden gieren van vernijn
Dan vecht mijn land....Mijn vlak land
Translated to mij best, improvements are welcome.
My flat land.
When the Northsea stubborn breaks on high dunes
And the white flakes of fome disperse on the hills
When the gruff flood batter the black basalt
And over dykes and dunes the grey haze coverts
When by low tide the beach is as desolate as a dessert
And the rainy westwind wishle of venom
Then struggles my land... my flat land
Oh Pyrhulla that is so beautiful.did you translate it into English...you are much better than you thought.. I love that picture. I'm also from the flat land....Hamburg, Germany where I was born..
That's a sky! Love it! Those skies above flat country are amazing! Love this picture and the song, it's now in my head, I think for the rest of the day... Wonderfull tribute to our country.
