Cliffs of Suduroy, Faroe Islands, Music Saknur by Hanus G Johansen
- This short film shows some of the amazing cliffs of the island Suðuroy (Suduroy), which is the southernmost of the Faroe Islands in the North Atlantic. One of the cliffs is the 470 meter high Beinisvørð, which is one of the highest sea cliffs of Europe. All of these places are located on the west coast of Suðuroy, from Akraberg in the south to Sandvík in the north. The population of Suðuroy is around 4900. The music is a song called Saknur, it is a quiet love song, song by Hanus G. Johansen, who also composed it. The beutiful poem was written by Poul F. Joensen, who was born in Sumba in 1898 and died in Froðba in 1970. The song is from the CD Gaman og Álvara, Hanus syngur Poul F. It is a poem about unhappy love. A man has lost his big love and wonders where she is etc. Very beautifully written. All the photos are my own (Eileen Sandá).
Hesin stuttfilmurin hevur myndir av náttúruni og bjørgunum í Suðuroynni. Har eru støð sum Lopranseiði, Vágseiði, Hvalbiareiði, Norðbergseiði (Dráttur), Eggjarnar, Røðin, Sandvíkseiði, Hesturin, Beinisvørð, Akraberg og Fámjin. Sangurin eitur Saknur, tað er ein sera vøkur yrking eftir Pól F., sum Hanus G. Johansen hevur gjørt lag til og syngur. Sangurin varð útgivin á fløguni Gaman og álvara, Hanus syngur Poul F.
Yrkingin / Lyrics in Faroese by Poul F. Joensen:
Saknur
Sárt sakni eg teg, væna mín.
Hví rýmdi tú frá mær?
Tað er sum sól og summar
av garði fór við tær,
tí allir fuglar tiga,
hvør blóma fána er,-
mín hugur eltir har tú fer,
mín sál er friðleys her.
So tekkilig og eygagóð.
sum Venus vøn og skær,
eitt bládypi av sælu
í tínum eygum var,
sum spunnið gull var hárið,
so fannhvít undir lín,
tín mjúki barmur heitur brann,
á varrum vætti vín.
Tú ferðamøddi fuglur, sum
so víða farin er,
sást tú mítt fljóð, hitt fagra,
á tíni longu ferð?
Hon er ein eyðkend rósa,
sum summarsólin vøn.-
Á, góða, elskaða. kom heim,
hoyr mína hjartans bøn!
Translation into English (not an official, just my own translation):
Yearning
Painfully I miss you my beautiful
Why did you leave me?
It is as if sun and summer
Have left the neighborhood with you
Because all the birds are quiet
Every flower has died
My thoughts follow you
My soul is haunted
So adorable and mild,
Like Venus pretty and sweet,
A blue lagoon of happiness
In your eyes were
Like spun gold your hair was,
Snow white under the linen,
Your soft bosom burned so warm,
Your lips were moist like wine.
You bird, so tired of journeys,
You have traveled so far,
Did you see my fair lady,
On your journey so long?
She's a distinctive rose,
Like the summer's sun so fair
Oh, darling, my lovely, come home,
Oh hear my heart's plea!
Levi Mørk og Heðin Mortensen, um sparingar á dagstovanøkinum fyri 2012.
Levi Mørk býráðslimur og Heðin Mortensen borgarstjóri, siga sína hugsan fyri Rás 2 um sparingar á dagstovnaøkinum fyri 2012. Levi Mørk atkvøddi ímóti 1. viðgerð av fíggjarlógini, tí hann vildi ikki fleiri sparingar á økinum. Seinni var sparingin slept. Sí innsløgini her um ætlaðu sparingar á dagstovnaøkinum fyri 2012 hjá Tórshavnar kommunu.