Johan Sandberg McGuinne and up in second place in the music competition’s co Swedish Grand Prix competitions. Get to know his music better. https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/128047146&color=ff6600&auto_play=false&show_artwork=truehttps://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/125320171&color=ff6600&auto_play=false&show_artwork=true
Etikett: Johan Sandberg McGuinne
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Johan Sandberg McGuinne – ”Òran Nan Gállok”
Musikerna tyckes jobba för högtryck just nu. Prostest sång/jojk efter mot gruvplanerna i Kallak, Jokkmokk, skapas och spelas in. Här är Johan Sandbergs MacGuinnes verk. Sandberg MacGuinnes sjunger på skotsk gaeliska.
Här kan du läsa hans syn på konflikten i Jokkmokks skogar: VIELEDIT ÁLGGOÁLMMUGA RIEKTÁV: INDIGENOUS RESISTANCE AGAINST MINING IN SÁBME AND CULTURE AS A DECOLONIAL TOOL
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Seall na gaisgean anns an Gállok,
tìr ar sinnsearan, tìr nan treun
‘s air a’ mhèinn a bhith ar mallachdhi hoireann o ho ro,
e ho ro anna‘s air a mhèinn a bhith ar mallachd,
sgriosadh sinn Beowulf, buail sinn beum
thèid a dhìobhail, seo ar gealladhhi hoireann o ho ro,
e ho ro annathèid a dhìobhail, seo ar gealladh
cha strìochdainn sinn dhuibh, sìos leibh
Gállok far am bidh sinn maireannhi hoireann o ho ro,
e ho ro annaGállok far am bidh sinn maireann
fhìr, na goidibh tu ar dualchas
dùthaich an fhèidh mòr an t-sneachdahi hoireann o ho ro,
e ho ro annadùthaich an fhèidh mòr an t-sneachda
far an cluinnear sinn ar cànan
gun fuaim an tochladh, neo a’ mhèinnhi hoireann o ho ro,
e ho ro annagun fuaim an tochladh, neo a’ mhèinn;
bidh ar tìr a mairibh gu brath
nuair gheibh thu bàirlinn siud fhàgailhi hoireann o ho ro,
e ho ro anna—
Behold the brave people in Gállok
land of our ancestors, land of heroes
our curse has been cast on the mineOur curse has been cast on the mine
we will destroy Beowulf, we will strike swiftly
Their ruin will come, that’s our promiseTheir ruin will come, that’s our promise
we will not yield to you, down with your lot
This is Gállok where we will remain foreverThis is Gállok where we will remain forever
Men, do not try to steal our ancestral homelands,
the land of reindeerThe land of reindeer
where you’ll hear our language
without the noise of digging, or the mineWithout the noise of digging, or the mine
our land will remain forever
when you [Beowulf] receive our message to get the fuck off