@@donbrynelsen2157 It's not really a parade in the usual sense of the word - it's a changing of the royal guard, and the new shift walks through the public streets from the barracks to the palace. It happens every day in summer, and the streets are in constant use since it's right in the middle of the city centre. The guards would make themselves very unpopular very quickly if their presence required the city to stop its usual life!
@@janhansen554 sure, watch the cymbalist at 13:17 and on... what he is doing is called 'twirl doubles' ....the twirling rudiment is artful in that it requires a particular skill and precision to do that, AND march, AND keep in time all while playing the song. He is meticulously counting, and listening, and marching, and reciting, and performing.... and is he hella-good at it! That entire drum routine is drilled-down hard.
@@eerytunic3839 Yes. It's old viking heritage. There's more of it the further north you go in Britain. You can also find it in the language, say in Liverpool, where you have some dialect slang that sounds an awful lot like common Norwegian lol.
A very well turned out parade and band. They had to march quite fast and avoid a lot of obstacles. I hope to see them when we visit Norway this Summer.
Your next opportunities to see the full band that consists of The Kings Guard band is friday 30th June (with a drill included) and then not until 26th and 27th of July. We march from "Akershus Festning" towards the palace from roughly 13:10 to 13:30
My very favorite job fans. ..beating the drums all day long on web connection... wake up people... professional backups are very welcomed, congrats cute musicians, never stop believe in
Awesome, but if its a regular and time route - why is is not cleared and designed. I cannot imaging the Mall or the route to buckingham palace being so blocked
It's regular public streets in the middle of a busy capital city. It would not be popular if the city had to redesign itself to suit the needs of the royal guard.
I'm not sure whom I like the most: the guy with the backpack heading out on a six-day cross country hike, or the guy carrying a first aid box found in the trenches of Flanders just before Christmas 1918. Or mayby that orange skirt broad desperately trying to outrun the whole bunch of 'm.
I've watched a few of these. Fantastic work! One question. What is the title of the first march as the band is heading out on the route? I noticed it's played quite a bit! Keep up the good work!
The Turks know us and the Swedes, And the light is known about us, On battles, on victories We are always led by the King himself. He shares His work with us, He is in front of us in battles; Every one of us considers happiness To die in His eyes. Our grandfathers were glorious, - both the Swede and Lyakh remember them; The eagle of victory soared them On the Poltava fields. The banner of their regiment captivates The Russian bayonet is our fighting one; He reminds us too, How the grandfathers went into battle! Our faceted bayonet is still firm, The voice of honor has not stopped. How will we go forward gloriously, Forward, glorious Russian regiment. To the Sovereigns by oath Our regiment has always been loyal, - In the field of battle, without being timid, Breast serves always. As before - dashing, We are glad to amuse the Tsar, And the soldiers are fighting They will be glorious forever, hooray! 1800s March of the Preobrazhensky Regiment The Great Russian Empire
George Gordon Byron Mazepa I He died - Poltava terrible battle, When the Swede was thrown with happiness; Around the shelves lie a ridge: They have no more battles and blood. Victorious Laurel and the power of war (That they lie like their slave, man) They went to the King, and were saved Shafts of Moscow… But not forever: Until the day that is more bitter and gloomy, Up to a year, all other black, When power will be replaced by shame The strongest enemy, the most glorious leader, And the thunder of the crash, the glory of the sunset, Having crushed one, they will strike the world with lightning! II The game of fate! Karl day and night, Wounded, must rush away Through the waters of rivers and the breadth of fields, - In the blood of his subjects and in his own: The whole regiment, who broke the way, died, And yet there was no reproach To the vain man - in the hour when he fell And he did not frighten the truth with the power. Gieta gave in to Karl Horse - and Russian captivity dragged, And died. That horse, many leagues Rushing briskly, suddenly drooped And fell. In the wilderness, where the darkness Wrapped around the pursuer-the enemy Ring of sentry lights, Exhausted, the king stuck. Here is the laurel! Here's a rest! - And for them Do nations endure oppression and pain? Exhausted to the point of death, Under the wild oak he lies down; There is blood on the wounds, and ice in the veins; The damp darkness floats above him; Chills that shook the body, I didn 't give you a chance to eat with sleep And yet, as kings should, Charles endured everything, harsh and straight, And in extreme troubles, beyond strength, Suffering - he subordinated to the will, And they submitted in full, How the tribes submitted! III Where are the generals? Not enough of them Gone from the fight! A handful of the living Remained, knightly honor Keeping it as before, with him - And everyone is in a hurry to sit down on the ground Around the king with his horse: Animals and people always Trouble makes friends. Mazeppa is also here. Ancient oak, As he himself is old, harsh and rude, Gave him shelter; calm, brave, The Prince of Ukraine did not want Lie down, even though I was doubly exhausted, Without taking care of the horse: Cossack Hetman unsaddled I combed his mane too, And cleaned, and laid He leaves, and I'm glad that he He began to eat grass, but first he He was afraid that he would scare away Horse dewy grass; But, like himself, unpretentious There was a horse both to the bed and to the food; Always obedient, though playful, He was ready for anything, everywhere; Quite a "Tatar" - fast, strong, Shaggy - Mazeppa everywhere he is Wore; knew the voice: went to the call, Recognizing among thousands of voices; Be the night starless around, - He was racing towards a familiar sound; He's from dusk to dawn I would have run after the kid! IV Having done everything, Mazeppa's cloak is his own Postlal; a spear about a steep oak Operat; checked - is it good The road was taken out by a pistol, And is there gunpowder under the trigger, And does the clamp hold tight Flint, and is the sheath strong Fixed on the belt; Then only this gray-haired man Took out of the bag behind the saddle Your dinner, meager and simple; He offers the king And to all who are near, eat your More worthy than a courtesan, By whom the holiday in honor of the monarch is given. And Karl takes it with a smile A piece of his poor - and gives To understand that he is stronger in soul And wounds, and their troubles. He said, "Every one of us has revealed A lot of valor and strength In battles and in marches; but he could Give less words and more deeds Only you, Mazeppa! Sharp eyes From the days of Alexander until now I wouldn 't have found such a good pair, Than you and this Bucephalus. You have eclipsed all the Scythians, horse Driving through the beams and fields." - "Damn my school, Where did I learn to ride!" - "But why,- Karl said, - Since you have become so skilled?" - In response Mazepa: "A long tale; There is still a long way waiting for us, Where, every step, the enemy lurks, - There are five rubaks per one; Horses and we are not afraid of captivity, Let's just go beyond Borysthenes. And you are tired; everyone is at peace Needed; as a sentry I will be with you." - "No; please Tell us," said the king, - Your story in full; Perhaps she will also fall asleep She would have helped me, but now I cannot close my eyes with drowsiness." "If so, my lord, I am ready Shake up all the seventies, What I remember. Twenty years old to me... yes… So, so... was the king then Jan Kazimir. And I'm with him He was a page from childhood. Monarch he was a scientist, - well… But I am not like you, Sire: He did not lead wars, foreign lands I did not take them, so that they would not be repulsed; And (if you don't count the Sejm) An obscene grace I was with him. And he knew the sorrow: He adored muses and women, And those are sometimes obnoxious so, What about the war sighed the poor man, But the anger subsided - and suddenly new He was looking for books, looking for girlfriends. He gave balls without end, And all of Warsaw is at the palace Converged - to admire there To a magnificent host of princes and ladies. How the Polish Solomon is sung He was; there was still a poet Without pension: he 's at the end He scribbled satire as a "non-flatterer. " Well, the yard! Pyramus - lost account; Any court rhymer; I composed poems myself - piit! - Giving the signature "Woeful Tirsit". There was a certain count there, all the others were more ancient and noble, Richer than salt mines Or silver ones. Mine He was proud of his nobility so, As if the sky had a brother - in - law; He was reputed to be so noble and rich, Who could claim the throne; For so long he fixed his gaze On the charter, on the brilliance of the Chambers, So far, all the exploits of the family, In a half-crazed oblivion, He did not consider them his own. His wife did not agree with him: Thirty years younger than him, She languished hourly Under the yoke of her husband; passions in her They were boiling every day, stronger; Hope... fear... and now a tear She said goodbye to purity: A dream, another; the tenderness of the look Yuntsov varshavsky, serenade, Languid dance is all that is needed, To the coldest wife She became tender to her husband, Giving him a wonderful title, What introduces you to the Angelic Chapter; But it's strange: very rarely that, Whoever deserves it will brag. V "I was very handsome then; Now over seventy years old Stepped, - should I be afraid of words? A few husbands and youngsters, - Vassals, knights, - beauty could argue with me. I was frisky, young and strong, Not like today - not bent, Not worn out in the change of years, Worries and wars that have erased the trace My soul from the face; me Relatives would not be able to admit it, Meet me and compare Both past and present days. Besides , it wasn 't old age that chose The smoothness of the brow with its page; Not to cope as long as she With my mind and with my cheerfulness, - Otherwise it would be at this late hour Could I drive for you Under the black sky is my story. But then... the shadow of Teresa - here: There, behind the nut bush that, How would she be floating now - So clear in memory! And yet there are no words, no strength To describe the one I loved! There was the gaze of her Asian eyes (Turkish blood with Polish blood here Sometimes it gives such a mixture) Darker than the sky at this hour, But a gentle light flowed in it, Like the moonlight in the forest at night. Wide, dark, moist, - he He was dissolved in his rays, All sadness and flame, like a gaze At the martyrs, what, at the stake Having ascended, they look at the sky like this, It's like they're thanking death. His forehead was as clear as a summer pond, The beam penetrated to the bottom, When the waves do not splash, And the height of the heavens is reflected. Face and mouth… But what to talk about? I love her as much as I loved her! People like me, love fervor Does not get tired of tormenting all his life, Through pain and anger - we love! And the ghost of the past from the darkness Comes to us in the declining years, And - after Mazepa wanders after.
Found it by chance. I knew the Norwegian Guards are as good as the British at ceremonial duty. The British never have obstacles. Additional scores British: 0 Norwegian: 1 Music is a draw. Norwegian are as great as British. British have a advantage: Pipes!. On the other hand: Pipes for not Scott Units is …Norway use Horns. It fits for Infantry specially for Light. Drum sound for march is awesome. Another thump up for the spectaculars: An example for all. Quality of recording is superior! Video and Sound is excellent. No idea how it was possible. 10+ Stars! I need to see this personal
EL DIA NACIONAL DE NORUEGA EL 17 DE MAYO, ES UN DIA QUE DESFILAN LAS ESCUELAS CON SUS ALUMNOS NIÑOS DE OSLO, NADA DE ARMAMENTOS TAMPOCO TANQUES Y TODO ESO MILITAR, LA ESCUELA MILITAR DEL PALACIO DEL REY, AL FINAL DANSAN CON EL PUBLICO, ALGO HERMOSO PACIFICAMENTE.❤😊
My highest respect for that incredible performance especially keeping in mind the always changing obstacles in their pathway.
Yes, you'd think they would clear a parade route of vehicles, like we do here in the US.
@@donbrynelsen2157 It's not really a parade in the usual sense of the word - it's a changing of the royal guard, and the new shift walks through the public streets from the barracks to the palace. It happens every day in summer, and the streets are in constant use since it's right in the middle of the city centre. The guards would make themselves very unpopular very quickly if their presence required the city to stop its usual life!
13:14 OK, the cymbal moves are really cool!
Will u tell what that is for people who are not in music? I have no clue what u are talking about. Please tell me, i love new knowlegde.
@@janhansen554 sure, watch the cymbalist at 13:17 and on... what he is doing is called 'twirl doubles' ....the twirling rudiment is artful in that it requires a particular skill and precision to do that, AND march, AND keep in time all while playing the song. He is meticulously counting, and listening, and marching, and reciting, and performing.... and is he hella-good at it! That entire drum routine is drilled-down hard.
From America I am enjoying this fabulous parade!!! My respects and congratulations for a wonderful show of perfection!!!❤❤❤❤
Eine tolle Truppe. Ich liebe ihre Disziplin und ihre Präzision. Eine Ehre für Norwegen.
Fantastic video and a superb performance by the Gardekompani!
Superb musical & marching skills. Mesmerising. chapeau!
Wow just wow!!!! N😮😮😮😮😮😮😮❤❤
Buenísima la marcha y el desfile felicitaciones
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I have played at 3 tattoos alongside these kids and they are just fantastic, wonderful representative's of their country.
Wow fantastic what a display.
This is one of the best bands I have ever seen ,,,,incredible performance ,,,well done ,,,,,,regards John from down under
Beautiful!
Excellent music, marching, and respect! Well done all!
Excellent!, many of us British have Nordic DNA I'm 7 percent, God save Harald V! Respect to our old comrades Norway!
Skål mate! :D
7%?? 💀💀
@@eerytunic3839 Yes. It's old viking heritage. There's more of it the further north you go in Britain. You can also find it in the language, say in Liverpool, where you have some dialect slang that sounds an awful lot like common Norwegian lol.
@@eerytunic3839 🤮
日本から遊びにきました。たぶん大通りだと思うのですが、花壇が、あったり自動車が止めてあったりと、うまく避けて行進する姿といい規律が素晴らしいと思いました。すごく楽しみました。ありがとうございました。
I love atching these clips And commend the people of Norway for respecting the Guards as they pass by,, Everyone standing still facing them WOW .
Brilliant, a credit to Norway.
Wonderful
Grazie! bellismmima esibizione, complimenti! 💚🤍❤
what a amazing performance ....incredible to watch....
Superb, as always!
❤ 🇳🇴
I’m impressed that is a quick step pace. 👍🏼😎🇺🇸
Exceptional March, Exceptional people.
I visited Oslo during my time in the Royal Navy. Had a great time, and in Bergen and Narvik.
A very large Bravo Zulu, excellent drill.
Awsome
Great!👍👏
Mooie muziek en 'n super discipline. Erg indrukwekkend!!!🎺
Fantastic choreography for avoiding obstacles.
Super!!!😊😊😊
Great!
❤😂😮Einfach wow 👍😘❤️
No music sheets to read from,all by memeory,saw them on National Day in May.Fantastic.
A very well turned out parade and band. They had to march quite fast and avoid a lot of obstacles. I hope to see them when we visit Norway this Summer.
Your next opportunities to see the full band that consists of The Kings Guard band is friday 30th June (with a drill included) and then not until 26th and 27th of July. We march from "Akershus Festning" towards the palace from roughly 13:10 to 13:30
As in time of day
COOL Veary Good 😎
Bravi!
Outstanding.....
The Italian flags are on display for the state visit of the President of Italy.
nordic style👍
My very favorite job fans. ..beating the drums all day long on web connection... wake up people... professional backups are very welcomed, congrats cute musicians, never stop believe in
perfect
Super smart band, BZ from the UK.
I love how the pedestrians are moved out of the way on the footpath , We coming Through!!! Lol
Wow!
Oslo needs wider streets or 4 filed bands only 😊. Brilliant musical standards on display 👏
Elsker kongens garde
synd ikke garden er i Stiftsgården i kveld
Genial
Can anyone tell me the names of the titles at 3:29" and 8'58"?
HMKG is a great role model 👍
Very elegant, the Norwegian uniforms and headgear are very distinctive. Is this obstacle course always followed?
yes, this is the route from the fortress to the royal castle
Interesting how they have different versions of the HMKG march nowadays 🤔
👏👏👏
And they are conscripts for one year, lol!
What’s with all the Italian flags?
Also my god how clean this city is 🙀
It was in honor of a state visit from Italy
Brilliant!
Who is the lady in the orange skirt? She with the band to the end. And it ended too soon as they weren’t at the final destination.
Awesome, but if its a regular and time route - why is is not cleared and designed. I cannot imaging the Mall or the route to buckingham palace being so blocked
To prevent terrorists from driving 100 mph down the shopping street and killing hundreds.
It's regular public streets in the middle of a busy capital city. It would not be popular if the city had to redesign itself to suit the needs of the royal guard.
It's not a daily thing, it happens semi-regularly during the summer months. Like, every few weeks, from May to August.
I'm not sure whom I like the most: the guy with the backpack heading out on a six-day cross country hike, or the guy carrying a first aid box found in the trenches of Flanders just before Christmas 1918. Or mayby that orange skirt broad desperately trying to outrun the whole bunch of 'm.
I think the first aid box is an ammo box painted white, I agree they could do that better (if its not some kind of tradition behind it)
What's the name of the first march that's play
Gardemarsj (March Of The Guards)
My highest regards to the people of Norway - NATO - OTAN will stand as ONE!
I've watched a few of these. Fantastic work! One question. What is the title of the first march as the band is heading out on the route? I noticed it's played quite a bit! Keep up the good work!
It's called "Gardemarsj" composed by Ole Hvam
In how country?HOLAND??
Its norway
Suedia sau Norvegia??
Norvegia
The Turks know us and the Swedes,
And the light is known about us,
On battles, on victories
We are always led by the King himself.
He shares His work with us,
He is in front of us in battles;
Every one of us considers happiness
To die in His eyes.
Our grandfathers were glorious, -
both the Swede and Lyakh remember them;
The eagle of victory soared them
On the Poltava fields.
The banner of their regiment captivates
The Russian bayonet is our fighting one;
He reminds us too,
How the grandfathers went into battle!
Our faceted bayonet is still firm,
The voice of honor has not stopped.
How will we go forward gloriously,
Forward, glorious Russian regiment.
To the Sovereigns by oath
Our regiment has always been loyal, -
In the field of battle, without being timid,
Breast serves always.
As before - dashing,
We are glad to amuse the Tsar,
And the soldiers are fighting
They will be glorious forever, hooray!
1800s March of the Preobrazhensky Regiment
The Great Russian Empire
Ich dachte, es ist eine italienische Militärkapelle auf Freundschaftsbesuch.
17:28 caught in 4k😂
AYOOO🤨
And theyre all 18-20 years old
George Gordon Byron Mazepa
I
He died - Poltava terrible battle,
When the Swede was thrown with happiness;
Around the shelves lie a ridge:
They have no more battles and blood.
Victorious Laurel and the power of war
(That they lie like their slave, man)
They went to the King, and were saved
Shafts of Moscow… But not forever:
Until the day that is more bitter and gloomy,
Up to a year, all other black,
When power will be replaced by shame
The strongest enemy, the most glorious leader,
And the thunder of the crash, the glory of the sunset,
Having crushed one, they will strike the world with lightning!
II
The game of fate! Karl day and night,
Wounded, must rush away
Through the waters of rivers and the breadth of fields, -
In the blood of his subjects and in his own:
The whole regiment, who broke the way, died,
And yet there was no reproach
To the vain man - in the hour when he fell
And he did not frighten the truth with the power.
Gieta gave in to Karl
Horse - and Russian captivity dragged,
And died. That horse, many leagues
Rushing briskly, suddenly drooped
And fell. In the wilderness, where the darkness
Wrapped around the pursuer-the enemy
Ring of sentry lights,
Exhausted, the king stuck.
Here is the laurel! Here's a rest! - And for them
Do nations endure oppression and pain?
Exhausted to the point of death,
Under the wild oak he lies down;
There is blood on the wounds, and ice in the veins;
The damp darkness floats above him;
Chills that shook the body,
I didn 't give you a chance to eat with sleep
And yet, as kings should,
Charles endured everything, harsh and straight,
And in extreme troubles, beyond strength,
Suffering - he subordinated to the will,
And they submitted in full,
How the tribes submitted!
III
Where are the generals? Not enough of them
Gone from the fight! A handful of the living
Remained, knightly honor
Keeping it as before, with him -
And everyone is in a hurry to sit down on the ground
Around the king with his horse:
Animals and people always
Trouble makes friends.
Mazeppa is also here. Ancient oak,
As he himself is old, harsh and rude,
Gave him shelter; calm, brave,
The Prince of Ukraine did not want
Lie down, even though I was doubly exhausted,
Without taking care of the horse:
Cossack Hetman unsaddled
I combed his mane too,
And cleaned, and laid
He leaves, and I'm glad that he
He began to eat grass, but first he
He was afraid that he would scare away
Horse dewy grass;
But, like himself, unpretentious
There was a horse both to the bed and to the food;
Always obedient, though playful,
He was ready for anything, everywhere;
Quite a "Tatar" - fast, strong,
Shaggy - Mazeppa everywhere he is
Wore; knew the voice: went to the call,
Recognizing among thousands of voices;
Be the night starless around, -
He was racing towards a familiar sound;
He's from dusk to dawn
I would have run after the kid!
IV
Having done everything, Mazeppa's cloak is his own
Postlal; a spear about a steep oak
Operat; checked - is it good
The road was taken out by a pistol,
And is there gunpowder under the trigger,
And does the clamp hold tight
Flint, and is the sheath strong
Fixed on the belt;
Then only this gray-haired man
Took out of the bag behind the saddle
Your dinner, meager and simple;
He offers the king
And to all who are near, eat your
More worthy than a courtesan,
By whom the holiday in honor of the monarch is given.
And Karl takes it with a smile
A piece of his poor - and gives
To understand that he is stronger in soul
And wounds, and their troubles.
He said, "Every one of us has revealed
A lot of valor and strength
In battles and in marches; but he could
Give less words and more deeds
Only you, Mazeppa! Sharp eyes
From the days of Alexander until now
I wouldn 't have found such a good pair,
Than you and this Bucephalus.
You have eclipsed all the Scythians, horse
Driving through the beams and fields." -
"Damn my school,
Where did I learn to ride!" -
"But why,- Karl said, -
Since you have become so skilled?" -
In response Mazepa: "A long tale;
There is still a long way waiting for us,
Where, every step, the enemy lurks, -
There are five rubaks per one;
Horses and we are not afraid of captivity,
Let's just go beyond Borysthenes.
And you are tired; everyone is at peace
Needed; as a sentry
I will be with you." - "No; please
Tell us," said the king, -
Your story in full;
Perhaps she will also fall asleep
She would have helped me, but now
I cannot close my eyes with drowsiness."
"If so, my lord, I am ready
Shake up all the seventies,
What I remember. Twenty years old to me... yes…
So, so... was the king then
Jan Kazimir. And I'm with him
He was a page from childhood.
Monarch he was a scientist, - well…
But I am not like you, Sire:
He did not lead wars, foreign lands
I did not take them, so that they would not be repulsed;
And (if you don't count the Sejm)
An obscene grace
I was with him. And he knew the sorrow:
He adored muses and women,
And those are sometimes obnoxious so,
What about the war sighed the poor man,
But the anger subsided - and suddenly new
He was looking for books, looking for girlfriends.
He gave balls without end,
And all of Warsaw is at the palace
Converged - to admire there
To a magnificent host of princes and ladies.
How the Polish Solomon is sung
He was; there was still a poet
Without pension: he 's at the end
He scribbled satire as a "non-flatterer.
" Well, the yard! Pyramus - lost account;
Any court rhymer;
I composed poems myself - piit! -
Giving the signature "Woeful Tirsit".
There was a certain count there, all the others
were more ancient and noble,
Richer than salt mines
Or silver ones. Mine
He was proud of his nobility so,
As if the sky had a brother - in - law;
He was reputed to be so noble and rich,
Who could claim the throne;
For so long he fixed his gaze
On the charter, on the brilliance of the Chambers,
So far, all the exploits of the family,
In a half-crazed oblivion,
He did not consider them his own.
His wife did not agree with him:
Thirty years younger than him,
She languished hourly
Under the yoke of her husband; passions in her
They were boiling every day, stronger;
Hope... fear... and now a tear
She said goodbye to purity:
A dream, another; the tenderness of the look
Yuntsov varshavsky, serenade,
Languid dance is all that is needed,
To the coldest wife
She became tender to her husband,
Giving him a wonderful title,
What introduces you to the Angelic Chapter;
But it's strange: very rarely that,
Whoever deserves it will brag.
V
"I was very handsome then;
Now over seventy years old
Stepped, - should I be afraid of words?
A few husbands and youngsters, -
Vassals, knights, -
beauty could argue with me.
I was frisky, young and strong,
Not like today - not bent,
Not worn out in the change of years,
Worries and wars that have erased the trace
My soul from the face; me
Relatives would not be able to admit it,
Meet me and compare
Both past and present days.
Besides , it wasn 't old age that chose
The smoothness of the brow with its page;
Not to cope as long as she
With my mind and with my cheerfulness, -
Otherwise it would be at this late hour
Could I drive for you
Under the black sky is my story.
But then... the shadow of Teresa - here:
There, behind the nut bush that,
How would she be floating now -
So clear in memory!
And yet there are no words, no strength
To describe the one I loved!
There was the gaze of her Asian eyes
(Turkish blood with Polish blood here
Sometimes it gives such a mixture)
Darker than the sky at this hour,
But a gentle light flowed in it,
Like the moonlight in the forest at night.
Wide, dark, moist, - he
He was dissolved in his rays,
All sadness and flame, like a gaze
At the martyrs, what, at the stake
Having ascended, they look at the sky like this,
It's like they're thanking death.
His forehead was as clear as a summer pond,
The beam penetrated to the bottom,
When the waves do not splash,
And the height of the heavens is reflected.
Face and mouth… But what to talk about?
I love her as much as I loved her!
People like me, love fervor
Does not get tired of tormenting all his life,
Through pain and anger - we love!
And the ghost of the past from the darkness
Comes to us in the declining years,
And - after Mazepa wanders after.
ロバはいないのか?
Da sie Norweger sind, sehen sie britisch aus. Ich hätte etwas anderes erwartet
Det var en anpssning till hinder som heter duga, musiken var inte helt dålig heller.
Found it by chance.
I knew the Norwegian Guards are as good as the British at ceremonial duty. The British never have obstacles. Additional scores British: 0 Norwegian: 1
Music is a draw. Norwegian are as great as British. British have a advantage: Pipes!. On the other hand: Pipes for not Scott Units is …Norway use Horns. It fits for Infantry specially for Light.
Drum sound for march is awesome.
Another thump up for the spectaculars: An example for all.
Quality of recording is superior! Video and Sound is excellent. No idea how it was possible. 10+ Stars!
I need to see this personal
Visit during the summer months from early may to early July to possibly see them!
かわいいロバはどうした!
I can appreciate their hard work, but the effect is somewhat lessened by the need to separate onto the sidewalk and back again.
I love the way they avoid obstacles in the street. Don't ever try it Vlad Putin. You'll be a gonna in the first minute.
Tøft.
ロバはどうした!
Desendents of esau and jepeth
There's just too much crap on the parade route. It's ridiculous.
its not a parade route tho
@@LadyZeldaia That's what bulldozers are for.
@@mikegarwood8680 its not a parade either, its the kings guards guard shifting
@@LadyZeldaia What do you have against bulldozers?
that is circus or what? I cant get it
That just proves what a clown you are
EL DIA NACIONAL DE NORUEGA EL 17 DE MAYO, ES UN DIA QUE DESFILAN LAS ESCUELAS CON SUS ALUMNOS NIÑOS DE OSLO, NADA DE ARMAMENTOS TAMPOCO TANQUES Y TODO ESO MILITAR, LA ESCUELA MILITAR DEL PALACIO DEL REY, AL FINAL DANSAN CON EL PUBLICO, ALGO HERMOSO PACIFICAMENTE.❤😊
Outstanding