Allan Olsen — Vi Lå Jo I Herning song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Vi Lå Jo I Herning" by Allan Olsen.
Lyrics
Kone, kom her hen til sengen
Kom her og læg dig lidt
Jeg er ikke mere fuld end jeg er vågen endnu
Jeg er højest en bette smule træt
Kom kone lad os tænke os tilbage
Til dengang jeg samlede dig op
«Skidtspark Nancy, af nogle Skidtsparkerfolk»
Hun havde så svært ved at slippe
Den gamle han solgte jo briketter
Du blev tosset når han gramsede på dig
Mor gik til byen, hvor hun vaskede for folk
Hun vaskede også for mig
Jeg lå jo i Herning i min tid som sergeant
Der var ingen, der hundsede med Far
Vi gravede, og gravede og vi gravede igen: Det var hernede, vi lærte at
forsvare:
Kom kone, dans til musikken
Så mixer Daddy en drinks
Løft dit ansigt, det vil sagtens ku' gå
Jeg klapper takten imens
Kom kone, lad os prøve at holde sammen
Ik' som nogle Rimmerby-skvat
De får rødhårede unger og fattigmandshjælp
Og bruger penge på pjat
Jeg har altid godt villet spille banjo
Men jeg vil hellere spille førsteviolin
Jeg skal sat’me sparke stolen væk under dem
Der prøver på at gøre os til grin
Jeg lå jo i Herning i min tid som sergeant
Der var ingen, der hundsede med Far
Vi gravede, og gravede og vi gravede igen: Det var hernede, vi lærte at forsvare
Lyrics translation
Wife, get over here to the bed
Come here and lie down
I'm no more drunk than I'm awake yet
I'm a bit tired at the most
Come on wife let's think back
Until when I picked you up
"Skid kick Nancy, by some skid kick people»
She had such a hard time letting go
The old man sold briquettes
You lost your mind when he grabbed you
Mom went to the city, where she washed for people
She washed for me too
I was in Herning when I was a sergeant
No one was messing with Dad
We dug, and dug, and we dug again: it was down here that we learned to
defend:
Come wife, dance to the music
So mixer Daddy a drinks
Lift your face, it will easily go
I'll clap the beat in the meantime
Come on wife, let's try to stick together
Not like some Rimmerby twat
They get red haired kids and poor man's help
And spend money on nonsense
I've always wanted to play banjo
But I'd rather play first violin
I have to put'me kick the chair away from under them
Trying to make a fool of us
I was in Herning when I was a sergeant
No one was messing with Dad
We dug, and dug, and we dug again: it was down here that we learned to defend