Alf Prøysen — Kyllingen song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Kyllingen" by Alf Prøysen.
Lyrics
Det var engang en hønemor med åtte gule små
Som spankulerte buret rundt
Og lærte seg å gå
Den minste av de åtte
En liten vilter fyr
Han ville ut i verden
Og gå på eventyr
Men hønsemamma'n kaklet:
«Nei, nå må du være snill
For verden den er farlig
Det er lett å gå seg vill.»
Og kyllingen han tidde
Men da det var blitt kveld
Og mamma’n hadde sovnet
Så gikk han likevel
Han smøg seg gjennom nettingen
Og vips; så var han vekk
Og natten var så blekksvart
Men han var like kjekk
Han løp så fort han kunne
Igjennom mange land
Men så var han uheldig
Og plumpa i et vann
Ved stranda lå et rødmalt hus
Der listet han seg inn
Og satte seg forsiktig ned
Og tørket vingen sin
Så fløy han inn i skauen
Imellom høye trær
Og ramlet i no' kaldt no'
Som lå og lurte der
De fant han dagen etterpå
Da lå han helt forskremt
I en av fars kalosjer
Som Passopp hadde gjemt
Og sjøen der han bakset
Det var en skål med vann
Og huset der han hvilte
Var Karis lekespann
Og skauen var en grøftekant
Og veien va’kke lang;
Den strakte seg fra buret
Bort til mammas tørkestang
Det synes du er lite
Fordi du er så svær
Men det er mer enn langt nok
For den som liten er
Lyrics translation
There was once a hen mother with eight yellow little ones
Who strutted the cage around
And learned to walk
The smallest of the eight
A little wanton guy
He wanted out into the world
And go on adventures
But hensemamma'n cackled:
"No, now you have to be kind
For the world it is dangerous
It's easy to get lost.»
And the chicken he kept silent
But when it had been Evening
And mom'n had fallen asleep
Then he went anyway
He bangs his way through the netting
And lo and behold, he was gone
And the night was so ink-black
But he was just as handsome
He ran as fast as he could
Through many countries
But then he was unlucky
And plumpa in a water
By the beach lay a red-painted house
There he listed himself in
And sat down gently
And dried his wing
Then he flew into the skauen
Between tall trees
And tumbled in no'cold no'
Who was lying and fooling there
They found him the day afterwards
Then he lay absolutely terrified
In one of the father's galoshes
As Passopp had hidden
And the sea in which he reared
There was a bowl of water
And the house in which he rested
Was Karis lekespann
And the Skau was a trench edge
And the road va'kke long;
It stretched from the cage
Away to mom's drying bar
It seems you are small
Because you are so
But that's more than far enough
For the one that small is