Our club consists of 15 people.
German translation:
Unser Verein besteht aus 15 Personen. Danish translation:
Vores klub består af 15 personer. Swedish translation:
Vår klubb består av 15 personer. Finnish translation:
Kerhomme koostuu 15 henkilöstä. Estonian translation:
Meie klubi koosneb 15 inimesest. Lithuanian translation:
Mūsų klubą sudaro 15 žmonių. Latvian translation:
Mūsu klubā ir 15 cilvēki. Verwandte Phrasen
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(1) Our land, our land, our Fatherland! Ring out, dear word, oh sound! No rising hill, or mountain grand, no sloping dale, no northern strand, there is, more loved, to be found, than this — our fathers’ ground.
(2) Our land is poor, and so shall be to him who gold will crave. The strangers proudly pass, but we shall ever love this land, we see, in moor, and fell, and isle and wave, a golden land, so brave.
(3) We love our rippling brooks, so bright, our gushing streams, so strong, the whisper of dark woods, at night, our starry skies, our summer light, all, all that we, in sight and song, have felt and lived among.
(4) Here fought our fathers, without fear, with sword, and plough, and thought. And here, in clouded times, and clear, with fortune in their front or rear, their Finnish hearts have beat, and wrought and borne what bear they ought.
(5) Who tells, of all the fights, the tale, in which this folk withstood, when war did rage from dale to dale, when frost set in, with hunger’s wail? Who measured all their pouring blood, and all their patience good?
(6) And it was here their blood was shed, for us, here, on this shore and it was here their joys were bred, here, that their sighs were heaved and fled, that people’s who our burdens bore before us, long before.
(7) Here it is sweet and good, we wot, all, too, is giv’n us here however fate may cast our lot, a land, a fatherland, we’ve got. Will there a thing on earth appear more worthy, to hold dear?
(8) And here’s, and here’s this fatherland, here every eye it sees and we can stretch a pointing hand, to show, with joy, its sea and strand, and say, “Behold this country, this, our Fatherland it is.”
(9) And if we once were made to rise to gold clouds, from below, and if we moved in starry skies, where no one weeps, where no one sighs, to this poor lonely country, though, our longing hearts would go.
(10) Oh land, the thousand lakes’ own land, of faith, and lay, and glee, where life’s main sea gave us a strand, our fore-time’s land, our future’s land, shy of thy poorness, never be, be calm, be glad, be free!
(11) Thy blossom, hidden now from sight, shall burst its bud ere long. Lo! From our love, shall rise aright, thy sun, thy hope, thy joy, thy light, and higher, once, more full and strong, shall ring Our Country’s song. -
Our manager will lose his marbles when he sees those sales figures
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Our prices do not include postage
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Our apartment has been repainted throughout
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Is our meal on its way?
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Our planet is home to an enormous variety of plant and animal species
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Our favourite dance is the tango.
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