Tag: Kallok

  • 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 mallachd

    hi 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 gealladh

    hi hoireann o ho ro,
    e ho ro anna

    thèid a dhìobhail, seo ar gealladh
    cha strìochdainn sinn dhuibh, sìos leibh
    Gállok far am bidh sinn maireann

    hi hoireann o ho ro,
    e ho ro anna

    Gállok far am bidh sinn maireann
    fhìr, na goidibh tu ar dualchas
    dùthaich an fhèidh mòr an t-sneachda

    hi hoireann o ho ro,
    e ho ro anna

    dùthaich an fhèidh mòr an t-sneachda
    far an cluinnear sinn ar cànan
    gun fuaim an tochladh, neo a’ mhèinn

    hi hoireann o ho ro,
    e ho ro anna

    gun fuaim an tochladh, neo a’ mhèinn;
    bidh ar tìr a mairibh gu brath
    nuair gheibh thu bàirlinn siud fhàgail

    hi 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 mine

    Our curse has been cast on the mine
    we will destroy Beowulf, we will strike swiftly
    Their ruin will come, that’s our promise

    Their ruin will come, that’s our promise
    we will not yield to you, down with your lot
    This is Gállok where we will remain forever

    This is Gállok where we will remain forever
    Men, do not try to steal our ancestral homelands,
    the land of reindeer

    The land of reindeer
    where you’ll hear our language
    without the noise of digging, or the mine

    Without the noise of digging, or the mine
    our land will remain forever
    when you [Beowulf] receive our message to get the fuck off

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