Practically a song about my grandfather. He was a manual laborer and could only get jobs in Germany during the occupation, and when he died in the early 1990s he too was buried in the unnamed's grave. He taught me a lot of colorful language and how to use a shovel properly ("never hold it like a sailors ****" 🤣). Sometimes we find old garbage digging in the garden because he would just dump it in the ground 🤣 Different ideas about climate back in the day. I miss him a lot. Rest in peace Ib Lohse.
Haha, I can connect with what you write about the older generations and their way of handling garbage. But how come he was buried in an unnamed grave in the 1990's?
Det var over for ulandene. Der sidder mange folk og arbejder til 2 kr i timen. For at vi kan købe ting og sager til spotpris. Vi har mest flyttet lortet til ulande. Det kører også vore gamle lastbiler. I tusindvis. Det giver dem brød på bordet, bedre end sult. Mem kloden er ved at gå til. Danmark er et godt land, men også et land der lukker sig meget om sig selv. Forståeligt, men også i længden dødeligt.
The matter is that Danish nation misled by socialliberal politicians rejected her own tradition compromising it with the socalled PC way of speaking. We Hungarians are proud (oh not of the annual Budapest Pride) of our national culture rooted both in the pagan past and in the Christianity. During the 150 years of the occupation and oppression of the Ottoman-Turkish Empire confessing and spreading Islam we lost half of our population due to the genocide by Islam conquerors. The next song in originated in this sad period of my nation: "Oh stork, stork, little stork, why is your leg covered by blood? Because a Turkish boy have cut it, but the Hungarian boy will heal it by pipe, drum and violin." (In Hungarian: Gólya, gólya, gilice, miktől véres a lábad? Török gyerek elvágta, magyar gyerek gyógyítja, síppal, dobbal, nádi hegedűvel." As long as I live I will not let any nation or government impose her rules on my nation forbidding e.g. this song to be sung in anywhere in Hungary. Dear Danish brethrens, do not let the foreigner and those traitors of your culture and identity to replace your cultural identity with the one of the nememies of your nation! God may save Dania by protecting her culture and mentality!
By chance I know more open mind hungarian than you and I return in your country in half month. What I see here is so beautiful. Bravo au peuple danois dans sa diversité de partager avec les gens curieux du reste de la planète la singularité et l'universalité de son patrimoine musical chanté. Tak.
I think I know what you're talking about after having reflected upon it for a week. Definitely feeling like we've just dumped the Danish culture in favor of the cosmopolitan elite. We've become a banana republic in a sense, and it was a coup done by the Americans after WW2 with the Marshall Package. Now that all the people with the memories of Denmark before the occupation are senile, dead or forgotten, we're left without a feeling of belonging to this place like the proud people we once were. All we have left is the monuments left behind, but nobody remembers the history. Culture slowly getting watered out. I suppose that's natural part of the world, Kaliningrad's population was replaced by Russians to name one, it's not like our case it unique, but I'd go back in time and kill whoever sold our culture out like this, even if it meant we were still poor to this day. They took the easy way out: money now; death to Danish culture later. So this is how it's like being left behind by history..
Det kan du sagtens sige men det er som med kunst; du kan skrive mange lange bøger om hvordan man gør, men i sidste ende er det publikums oplevelse som betyder noget og ikke teorien. Jeg syntes at det er i verdensklasse..
Jeppe aakjær var virkelig en af de bedste socialrealistiske digtere der har været
Det er en sang om melankoli og fattigdom. Der er også sange om rigdom og glæde.
Begge hører livet til.
Sådan en smuk sang. Jeg elsker den, den er så god❤❤, jeg begyndte lidt at græder❤🥹
Practically a song about my grandfather. He was a manual laborer and could only get jobs in Germany during the occupation, and when he died in the early 1990s he too was buried in the unnamed's grave. He taught me a lot of colorful language and how to use a shovel properly ("never hold it like a sailors ****" 🤣). Sometimes we find old garbage digging in the garden because he would just dump it in the ground 🤣 Different ideas about climate back in the day. I miss him a lot. Rest in peace Ib Lohse.
Haha, I can connect with what you write about the older generations and their way of handling garbage.
But how come he was buried in an unnamed grave in the 1990's?
Så snak dog dansk man
@@twi_meii5791 få noget pli, manden er tysk
Så sindssygt smukt !!!! Man græder og græder 😢😢😢😢...Det danske sprog er så smukt..Oh land gør så vanvittig fantastisk og blidt ❤️❤️❤️❤️
nej
Der var engang, smukt sunget af Oh Land og pigekoret🥰
Jens Vejmand rør mig hvergang. Og Oh Land synger jo smukt
3 år shittttttt
My farther would softly whistle Jens Vejmand and when I hear the tune always makes me think of him
Smuk fortolkning af Jens Vejmand.
Imponeres gang på gang af Oh land med hendes smukke stemme og intuitiv arrangement lever man sig ind i historien, visen fik vinger, tusind tak
Den er meget sørgelig... Han brugte hele sit liv med at slå sten i stykker, og så får han ikke en på graven... Han får et gammelt bræt 😭♥️💔
GachaverseNewbie Yesh har stadig blot et bræt
Så er brættet tilmed frønnet!
Men på hans grav i døden han fik en sang, som kan røre mange generationer i femtiden.
Jeg var på Madagaskar i december. Der sad Jens Vejmand med sin ring og sin hammer. Han hed nok ikke Jens, men det var ham.
Så ham igen i juli. Samt hans kone. 31 grader, søndag eftermiddag. Begge over 70. Græder stadig lidt.
Opdagede lige hvor smukt vor sprog egentligt er...☺️
Han elsker mig DR 2
❤
Hun synger sgu godt
❤️💔❤️
Sørgelig sidste vers.men sådan var det
det er det stadig
Hvor akal vi skamme os. Også i dag.
Nej, vi skal være stolte over arbejdsmiljørepræsentanter, overenskomst og et solidt håndtryk på en aftale!
Det var over for ulandene. Der sidder mange folk og arbejder til 2 kr i timen. For at vi kan købe ting og sager til spotpris. Vi har mest flyttet lortet til ulande. Det kører også vore gamle lastbiler. I tusindvis.
Det giver dem brød på bordet, bedre end sult. Mem kloden er ved at gå til.
Danmark er et godt land, men også et land der lukker sig meget om sig selv. Forståeligt, men også i længden dødeligt.
oh land u no can do
Tuder😢
Det lyder dolid
*Dårligt. Og jeg er uenig, får altid tårer i øjnene af denne version.
@@RedSntDK så burde du gå til psykolog
Jeg kan godt lide når Lau Høje synger.
Vårvisen.
Det en kedelig sang
Enig
KASPER
Hggk
Fjols
Jens Ribe
jens vejman er ikke en sur nød det er min far og mor
Flodder
KASP6ER
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Temmelig rædselsfuldt. Redigeret: Ualmindelig rædselsfuldt.
Du er må da vidst omtale dig selv !!!
magre14 Er du tonedøv. Så undskylder jeg.
Ikke umiddelbart..men du kan vel også bare være hjerteløs...hvis det er så rædselsvækkende kan du så gøre det bedre ? 🤣
@@magre14 OOHHHH
@@magre14 Den er da så ringe, hun synger den komplt uden sjæl, hun forstår ikke teksten. Hun ee en tom skal.
The matter is that Danish nation misled by socialliberal politicians rejected her own tradition compromising it with the socalled PC way of speaking. We Hungarians are proud (oh not of the annual Budapest Pride) of our national culture rooted both in the pagan past and in the Christianity. During the 150 years of the occupation and oppression of the Ottoman-Turkish Empire confessing and spreading Islam we lost half of our population due to the genocide by Islam conquerors. The next song in originated in this sad period of my nation: "Oh stork, stork, little stork, why is your leg covered by blood? Because a Turkish boy have cut it, but the Hungarian boy will heal it by pipe, drum and violin." (In Hungarian: Gólya, gólya, gilice, miktől véres a lábad? Török gyerek elvágta, magyar gyerek gyógyítja, síppal, dobbal, nádi hegedűvel." As long as I live I will not let any nation or government impose her rules on my nation forbidding e.g. this song to be sung in anywhere in Hungary. Dear Danish brethrens, do not let the foreigner and those traitors of your culture and identity to replace your cultural identity with the one of the nememies of your nation! God may save Dania by protecting her culture and mentality!
By chance I know more open mind hungarian than you and I return in your country in half month. What I see here is so beautiful. Bravo au peuple danois dans sa diversité de partager avec les gens curieux du reste de la planète la singularité et l'universalité de son patrimoine musical chanté. Tak.
Imre Téglásy are you confused as to which video you are leaving this comment on?
I think I know what you're talking about after having reflected upon it for a week. Definitely feeling like we've just dumped the Danish culture in favor of the cosmopolitan elite. We've become a banana republic in a sense, and it was a coup done by the Americans after WW2 with the Marshall Package. Now that all the people with the memories of Denmark before the occupation are senile, dead or forgotten, we're left without a feeling of belonging to this place like the proud people we once were.
All we have left is the monuments left behind, but nobody remembers the history. Culture slowly getting watered out. I suppose that's natural part of the world, Kaliningrad's population was replaced by Russians to name one, it's not like our case it unique, but I'd go back in time and kill whoever sold our culture out like this, even if it meant we were still poor to this day.
They took the easy way out: money now; death to Danish culture later.
So this is how it's like being left behind by history..
But Hungary is loosing everything, playing football..
Det er fanme meget at få ud af en sang om en vejmand...
Nej. Hun forstår ikke teksten. Hun tænker mere på sin stemme end på fortolkningen.
Helt enig, den har ingen sjæl. Hun er for ung.
oh land er lort
Der mangler lige en del kendskab til harmonilære.
Det kan du sagtens sige men det er som med kunst; du kan skrive mange lange bøger om hvordan man gør, men i sidste ende er det publikums oplevelse som betyder noget og ikke teorien. Jeg syntes at det er i verdensklasse..
nogen sange bilver ødelagt af harmonilære og teknisk lære... dette er en af dem.