Cornelis Vreeswijk — Ballad till en bra polis song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ballad till en bra polis" by Cornelis Vreeswijk.
Lyrics
Om du are en bra polis
D vet du vad du vill va!
Vill du kanske inte att
Allt gare rttvist till va?
D vill vi ju detsamma och
D are ju saken klar.
Vi vill att det skall vara
Lag och ordning t envar!
Fadderullanlej!
Men om du fljer lagen,
S finner du rtt snart
Att snt are konstigt vridit
Och inte riktigt klart.
Fare vem are lagen skriven,
Och skriven utav vem?
Ja, titta I fyllhcken
Om du kan hitta dem.
Fadderullanlej!
Om man har gott om pengar
Och lagrar heroin,
S fare man g p krogen
Och dricka delt vin.
Men gare man p sntorget
Och sljer lite tjack,
S blir man haffad fare ett gram
Och fare ett halvare back.
Fadderullanlej!
Du tjnar inga stlar,
Du har ett taskigt knog.
Men det are du inte ensam om,
Det frstare du nog.
S lever nstan alla
I Sveriges lnga land.
P vilken sida stare du?
Det frgar man sig ibland.
Fadderullanlej!
Du gare dare med din lilla batong
Och det gare du ju rtt bra.
Men om du suttit p kken nn gng
S fattar du vad jag sa.
Fare om man har suttit p kken nn’gng
S endrar man p sin stil.
Och kanske rnar en banksalong
Och tar sig en liten sil.
Fadderullanlej!
Men du stare I givakt fare en ambassadare
Och visar din trofasthet.
Och fser bort folk som om de var djur
Med dina kravallstaket.
Men det are vl inte s konstigt det dare,
Att din hjrna har gtt ver styr.
Du ser bara brott p gatorna,
Och s kjper du hem lektyr.
Fadderullanlej
Men ifall du vore den karl du are
S gjorde du vl som s Att nsta gng nn gestapo-gris
Har ftt nn att danka p.
S stter du dit den jvelen,
Med nummer och med kontroll.
Sen fare du vl byta yrke,
Men vad spelar det fare roll?
Fadderullanlej.
Lyrics translation
If you are a good cop
You know what you want, right?
Maybe you don't want that
All the more litigation to huh?
D do we want the same and
That's it.
We want it to be
Law and order!
Fadderullan LeJ!
But if you escape the law,
S do you find rtt soon
To snt are strangely twisted
And not quite clear.
Fare who are the law written,
And written by who?
Yeah, look at that drunk shit
If you can find them.
Fadderullan LeJ!
If you have plenty of money
And stores heroin,
S fare man G P Tavern
And drink delt wine.
But do you go to sntorget
And sljer little speed,
S you get nailed fare a gram
And fare a half-way back.
Fadderullan LeJ!
You don't give a shit,
You got a shitty knuckle.
But you're not alone,
I think you better.
S lives almost everyone
In Sweden's no country.
On which side stare you?
Sometimes you ask yourself that.
Fadderullan LeJ!
You gare dare with your little Baton
And you're doing just fine.
But if you've been sitting there
You know what I said.
Fare if you have been sitting at the NN'ng
You end up in your style.
And maybe rnar a bank salon
And take a small strainer.
Fadderullan LeJ!
But you stare at attention fare an ambassador
And show your faithfulness.
And fser people away as if they were animals
With your riot fences.
But it is not strange it dare,
That your heart has gone over control.
You only see crime in the streets,
And S kjper you home lektyr.
Fadderullan Lei
But if you were the man you are
S did you vl like S to nsta gng NN gestapo-pig
Have ftt nn to dank p.
S stter you there that jvelen,
By number and by control.
Then fare you vl change profession,
But what does it matter fare?
Fadderullan LeJ.