क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
In the Country
In the Country
Performer
Solveig Slettahjell
Solveig Slettahjell
Lead Vocals
Knut Reiersrud
Knut Reiersrud
Electric Guitar
Sidsel Endresen
Sidsel Endresen
Spoken Word
Morten Qvenild
Morten Qvenild
Piano
Pål Hausken
Pål Hausken
Drums
Roger Arntzen
Roger Arntzen
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morten Qvenild
Morten Qvenild
Songwriter
Charlotte Brontë
Charlotte Brontë
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Morten Qvenild
Morten Qvenild
Producer
Bård Ingebrigtsen
Bård Ingebrigtsen
Mixing Engineer
Jørgen Træen
Jørgen Træen
Mastering Engineer

गाने

THERE'S no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There's such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in one's heart:
There's such a thing as dwelling
On the thought ourselves have nurs'd,
And with scorn and courage telling
The world to do its worst.
We'll not let its follies grieve us,
We'll just take them as they come
And then every day will leave us
A merry laugh for home.
When we've left each friend and brother,
When we're parted wide and far,
We will think of one another,
As even better than we are.
Every glorious sight above us,
Every pleasant sight beneath,
We'll connect with those that love us,
Whom we truly love till death !
In the evening, when we're sitting
By the fire perchance alone,
Then shall heart with warm heart meeting,
Give responsive tone for tone.
We can burst the bonds which chain us,
Which cold human hands have wrought,
And where none shall dare restrain us
We can meet again, in thought.
So there's no use in weeping,
Bear a cheerful spirit still
Never doubt that Fate is keeping
Future good for present ill !
- Charlotte Brontë
Written by: Charlotte Brontë, Morten Qvenild
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