There is a lovely country; it stands with wide beeches near a salty eastern beach, near a salty eastern beach. It winds through rolling hills, its name is old Denmark, and it is Freja’s hall, and it is Freja’s hall! Our old Denmark must remain as long as the beech mirrors its top in the blue waves, its top in the blue waves.
Der er et yndigt land, det står med brede bøge nær salten østerstrand, nær salten østerstrand. Det bugter sig i bakke dal, det hedder gamle Danmark, og det er Frejas sal, og det er Frejas sal! Vort gamle Danmark skal bestå så længe bøgen spejler, sin top i bølgen blå, sin top i bølgen blå.