No er me folkefiendar me like nectar
To sell our country for some price
Yes now "enemy of the people" is the latest slogan
But this word, it has double eggs
We have a drama about "an enemy of the people"
He stood alone in his fight with the mob
But has brought home the victory - Back to the wall!
Now the mob screams: they want to sell Norway
For lousy dollars or filthy pounds!
It judges the type of coin, but not the saddle
But beware, Jew, for your own kick
For this cry of pounds and dollars,
It reminds us, yes reminds us so angry
About thirty silver coins in German marks