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Yggdrasil – Världsträdets klagan🐦‍🔥
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My first ever song in a completely foreign language. I've loved Norse mythology for as long as I can remember—even naming one of my sons after it. That might explain why I find Marléne so captivating. So why did I choose Swedish over Icelandic? Two reasons: first, Icelandic is very close to ancient Norse, making it poetic but extremely difficult to translate cleanly. Swedish, on the other hand, is more accessible and carries meaning with clarity—though poor auto-translators can still lead to misunderstandings (we’ve had a few!). More importantly, Swedish sounds like music. It flows with a natural rhythm, refined through time by a culture deeply rooted in art, justice, and “Lagom”—balance. Marléne embodies that spirit. She shares her love of music with grace and gives it everything she has....thanks for listening...Macel🐦‍🔥🎶⚔️[english in comments]
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CalvinoG
CalvinoG
love this track Macel it sounds cool and sexy, delightful lyrics and sweet melody. 👍👍👏👏😎😎🎶🎶🎶🎶✨✨✨✨✨❤❤❤❤❤
Karl-Axel
Karl-Axel
En eminent låt med svensk text! Väldigt bra gjort detta Macel! Helt digg detta 😊👌🎼🎶🎵
jan-s
jan s
OHOH WOW A VERY GREAT EPIC WORLD MUSIC SONG YOUR SINGING VOICE IN SWEDISH SUPER AND GOOSEBUMPS FEELING MY FRIEND MACEL
Vios-music
ViosMusicMaker
GOOSEBUMPS in every hair on my body and wow wow Macel Macel Macel your make a wonderful perfect Swedish song and this is so Wonderful and I like it very very much and I hear perfect Swedish too and one day you can say this too in Swedish 🤩🌞🌟🎵🎶🙏😁🌺 And the Art Grrrr fantastic 🤩🌺🦟🙏 Marléne
Nevana
Nevana
Lyrics...[ Well I think so anyway😂🤓] I am Yggdrasil. Roots in shadow. Crown in light. Limb and leaf between the realms. I do not sleep. I do not dream. But I remember— Oh, how I remember. I drank from the well at the world's first breath, When fire met ice, and life was born. I held the ash of gods and beasts, Cradled in my bark the blood of oaths. They carved runes in my flesh, Songs in my rings, Years in the grooves of my spine. I stood when the stars were new. The Norns once came with thread and blade, Their eyes full of endings yet to be. They spoke in riddles, laughed like stone, And left me dripping sap and fate. I’ve watched kings rise with burning crowns, And lovers weep beneath my arms. Still I held. Still I grew. And none asked if it hurt. The Nine Worlds churn, bound to me, But fewer come now with offerings. No hands on bark, no breath on leaves, Just steel, and smoke, and silence. The ravens whisper of the coming dark, And wolves with fire in their jaws. I creak, but I do not fall. I bend, but I do not break. I wait for Ragnarök, Not as doom—but as rest. For even the strong must sleep. Even gods must end. And what am I, But the keeper of all that was? And if one child One lone soul Should place their hand upon my bark, Should whisper to the wind my name, I will answer—not in words, But in leaves that dance, In roots that stir, In memory that will never fade. I am Yggdrasil. And I remain.