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duminică, 28 iulie 2013

Ole Gunnar Solskjaer first athlete elected to Norway’s Hall of Fame

I am glad, however, that drew the Legion now because I wanted to avoid Steaua Bucharest, and especially Switzerland FC Basel, who lost in last year's Champions League third qualifying round. Only, but good  I loss a year ago against Rosenborg Trondheim in Europa League qualifiers - said they were excellent football player Manchester United.
Evaluation team game on Tuesday against Irish victory over Molde 2-0 Manchester United striker has stressed that it is satisfied with the result, but not with the attitude of his team.

Former Manchester United and Norwegian international striker Ole Gunnar Solskjaer has been announced as the first athlete to be inducted into Norway’s Hall of Fame. The announcement was made on Nov. 26 and the 39-year-old said he’s proud of his achievements and just hopes that he brought some happiness to his fans over the years.

Solskjaer certainly brought some ecstasy to Man United supporters back in 1999 when he scored a last-second winner in the Champions League Final against German side Bayern Munich. He has also become a successful manager and won the manager of the season award in Norway earlier this year for leading his Molde club to its second straight league championship.

Solskjaer signed for United in the summer of 1996 and played a total of 366 games for the club. Unfortunately, he suffered a serious knee injury and was forced to retire from the team in 2007. In all, Solskjaer won a pair of FA Cups and half a dozen Premier League championships with United as well as the Champions League medal.

The baby-faced assassin joked that many of the United players thought he was just a kid who had won an outing to Old Trafford when he first showed up.  However, it didn’t take the striker long to show his new teammates that he could play the game at the top level and was here to stay.

It didn’t take long to impress the fans either as Solskjaer scored a goal on his United debut in a match against Blackburn. He finished his first year at the club with 18 goals and 126 in total. He said scoring in the Champions League Final was the best moment of his career and he’s glad the goal affected so many people’s lives in a positive manner.

Solskjaer also played 67 games for Norway and scored 23 goals for his country. He scored 115 goals in 109 games for Clausenengen between 1990 and 1994 and added 31 goals in 38 games for Molde from 1994 to 1996.

sâmbătă, 27 iulie 2013

UEFA Champions League Molde




DREAMING OF YOU

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Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten,
daß ich so traurig bin;
ein Märchen aus alten Zeiten,
das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme
und singt ein Lied dabei;
das hat eine wundersame,
gewaltige Melodei.
Die Luft ist kühl, und es dunkelt,
und ruhig fließt der Rhein;
der Gipfel des Berges funkelt
im Abendsonnenschein.
Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe
Ergreift es mit wildem Weh;
er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe
er schaut nur hinauf in die Höh.
Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet
dort oben wunderbar,
ihr goldnes Geschmeide blitzet,
sie kämmt ihr goldnes Haar.
Ich glaube, die Wellen verschlingen
Am Ende Schiffer und Kahn;
Und das hat mit ihrem Singen
Die Loreley getan.




vineri, 26 iulie 2013

Beautiful Earth - Gheorghe Zamfir - Lonely Shepherp - Einsamer

Beautiful Earth - Gheorghe Zamfir - Lonely Shepherp - Einsamer



Beautiful Earth - Gheorghe Zamfir - Lonely... by Explore2
A lone shepherd

A lone shepherd in blue-black night,
has always thought of his love in our hearts.
He calls them by name, but she is not here.
Now he tends sheep, his only Plaisir's.


Died in the marches, to feverish pain.
He can hardly believe it, and now he is alone.
Leave forever, it hurts him so
it frieret the soul in the glistening snow.

Suddenly a warm light appears to him.
He hears her voice as she speaks to him:
"My love, be merry and comprehensive new courage!"
True but - there it is, he lifts his hat.

"Oh darling, darling, I miss you very much."
My tears roll down, there are still more.
"Can never be alone, longing full of pain.
  I am waiting in heaven, my heart cries for you! "

The morning, the approaching and the sun awakens the day.
The shepherd is sad, not a word he likes.
The sheep bleat them, they feel 's from the Lord,
lonely for so long - the loved ones so far away.

In the evening, on the following night,
because he feels something beautiful soul she laughs.
The melancholy passed, no shivering in the body.
In the eye, he sees - his beautiful wife.

"Oh, my darling, my star, oh I find no rest.
I just think of you and certainly all the time. "
His gaze was broken, he was crying very softly:
Pushed the sheep close to him, like a circle.

"Then come, my love, come quickly in the arm."
The lights that shone, it was now warm.
As voice of the angel, we will forward it
and the steps followed to her through the gate.

In the glowing notes, the heavenly glory,
so was the dark night into day.
Gently touches his angel to freezing mouth
He looked cheerful now - no reason to complain.
         
                               ...

The morning after, was still frost on the grass.
They soon found the shepherd, his body was stiff.
Saw tears like pearls, on the eye so clear.
His smile was on earth no better.


Ein einsamer Hirte

Ein einsamer Hirte in schwarzblauer Nacht,
hat stets seiner Liebe im Herzen gedacht.
Er ruft sie beim Namen, doch sie ist nicht hier.
Nun hütet er Schafe, sein einzig’s Plaisir.


Gestorben im Märzen, an fiebriger Pein.
Er kann es kaum fassen, nun ist er allein.
Verlassen für immer, es tut ihm so weh,
es frieret die Seele im glitzernden Schnee.

Da plötzlich erscheint ihm ein wärmendes Licht.
Er hört ihre Stimme, wie sie zu ihm spricht:
„Mein Liebster, sei fröhlich und fass neuen Mut!“
Für wahr doch - es ist sie, er hebt seinen Hut.

„Ach Liebste, mein Schatz, ich vermisse dich sehr.“
Ihr kullern die Tränen, es werden noch mehr.
„Kann nimmer allein sein, die Sehnsucht voll Schmerz.
 Ich warte im Himmel, nach dir schreit mein Herz!“

Die Frühe, die naht und die Sonn weckt den Tag.
Der Hirte ist traurig, kein Wort das er mag.
Die Schafe sie Blöken, sie spüren’ s vom Herrn,
so lange schon einsam - der Liebsten so fern.

Am Abend darauf, in der folgenden Nacht,
da fühlt er was Schönes, die Seele sie lacht.
Die Wehmut vergangen, kein Bibbern im Leib.
Im Auge, da sieht er - sein prächtiges Weib.

„Oh, Liebste, mein Stern, ach ich find keine Ruh’.
Ich denk nur an dich und gewiss immerzu.“
Sein Blick war gebrochen, er weinte ganz leis:
Die Schafe gedrängt, dicht um ihn, wie ein Kreis.

„Dann komme, mein Liebster, komm schnell in den Arm“.
Die Lichter die glänzten, ihm wurde nun warm.
Wie Stimme vom Engel, so stellt man’s sich vor
und Schritte die folgten zu ihr durch das Tor.

Im gleißenden Scheine, der himmlischen Pracht,
so wurde zum Tage die finstere Nacht.
Berührt sanft sein Engel den frierenden Mund,
er blickte nun heiter - zum Klagen kein Grund.
         
                              ...

Der Morgen danach, auf dem Gras lag noch Reif.
Man fand bald den Hirten, sein Körper war steif.
Sah Tränen wie Perlen, am Auge so klar.
Sein Lächeln auf Erden kein Schöneres war.

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