E pauza meciului dintre Anglia si Islanda. Islanda conduce cu 2-1, dupa o repriza fantastica. Inca nu am curaj sa sper la calificarea amatorilor. Mai este o repriza si se pot intampla multe.
Dar pana atunci, m-am gandit sa studiez imnul Islandei, sa inteleg mai bine ce-i face atat de speciali si diferiti de noi. Si am inteles:
Oh, the God of our land! Oh, the land of our God!
We praise your holy, holy name!
From the solar systems we will tie you a crown
your armies, a timely collection.
One day is a thousand years to you,
and thousand years; a day, and no more.
An eternal (small)flower with a tear in its eye,
that praises its god, and then dies.
Iceland’s thousand years
Iceland’s thousand years!
An eternal (small)flower with a tear in its eye,
that praises its god, and then dies.
Oh God, oh God! We fall far down
and sacrifice your burning, burning soul,
Father, our Lord from generation to generation,
we tell our most important tales.
We tell and we thank for a thousand years,
for you are our only shelter.
We tell and we thank with tears in our eyes,
for you created our fortune wheel.
Iceland’s thousand years,
Iceland’s thousand years!
Our dark and cold mornings, our fallen tears,
that warm up with the rising sun.
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