Evert Taube — Fritiof i Arkadien song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Fritiof i Arkadien" by Evert Taube.
Lyrics
P Colla Bellas hjd, dare geten skuttar
Och glesa furor skugga ginst och sand
Dare finns en grn oas, en ng, som sluttar
Ner mot en vindal och en palmkldd strand.
Dare ser man Corsica I siktigt vder
Och Provencalska bergens bla brd.
Dare doftar kaprifolium och flder,
Dare kan man vandra ostrd utan klder;
Lngt ner I dalen ligger nrmsta grd.
Dare kom jag glad och naken mittp dagen,
En pilgrim frn det fjrran Gteborg.
Jag bar en krans av fikonlv kring magen
Och ost och brd och lantvin I en korg.
Det var en hrlig dag, jag hade turen
Att hra nktergalens ljuva rst.
Jag knde mig som fgeln slppt ur buren,
Jag var p vg tillbaka till naturen,
Jag ville vila mig vid jordens brst.
Ja, dare gick getterna och dare gick fren
Som vita moln p ngens klorofyll,
Och nktergalen sjng I bjrnbrssnren,
Och sjlv var jag en del av min idyll.
Jag gjorde utav fikonlv en bricka,
Och lade upp min mat, drog upp mitt vin.
Jag satte mig I grset fare att dricka.
D fick jag pltsligt se en naken flicka,
Som kom emot mig med en glttig min.
Jag har d aldrig nnsin sett p maken!
Hon kom och stllde sig helt ttt intill
Men innan jag hann tnka rtt p saken
S fick jag pltsligt se tv flickor till.
De skrattade och jazzade p ngen
Och sjng: Oh, happy days are here again!
Sen hgg de mej och ropte: Opp ur sngen!
Jag tappa mina fikonlv I svngen,
Och flickorna frsvann bland skogens trn.
P aftonen nare jag kom ned till staden,
D mtte jag dem ter alla tre
I vita klnningar p promenaden,
De sknaste tre gracer man kan se.
Den ena tog mej genast kckt I handen
Och sa: I’m leaving on an early train.
Dare gick vi under palmerna p stranden
Och pratade och ritade I sanden
Och sjng: Oh, happy days are here again!
Jag are frn San Fransisco, sa den skna,
Och drfare klttrar jag s bra I berg! -
Jag dansar grna naken I det grna,
Jag lskar s naturens form och frg!
Ja, I Amerika har vi friska vanor —
Hare I Europa are man mer mondn!
Men, darling, vi ha nd samma anor!
Oh, lt oss aldrig vandra skilda banor!
Oh, darling, happy days are here again!
Lyrics translation
P Colla Bellas hjd, dare the goat squirts
And sparse furrows shade broom and sand
Dare there is a grn Oasis, a ng, which slopes
Down towards a vindal and a palmkldd Beach.
Dare you see Corsica in sighted vder
And Provencal bergens bla brd.
Dare smells kaprifolium and flder,
Dare one can wander ostrd without klder;
Down in the valley lies nrmsta grd.
Dare I came happy and naked MIDP day,
A pilgrim from far beyond Gothenburg.
I wore a wreath of fig leaves around my stomach
And cheese and brd and Country wine in a basket.
It was a happy day, I was lucky
To hear the sweet rst of the Nightingale.
I knde myself as the fgel slppt out of the cage,
I was p vg back to nature,
I wanted to rest at the brst of the Earth.
Yes, dare went the goats and dare went fren
Like white clouds P ngens chlorophyll,
And nktergalen sjng in bjrnbrssnren,
And I was part of my idyll.
I made out of figlv a tray,
And laid up my food, pulled up my wine.
I sat down in grset fare to drink.
D did I pltsligt see a naked girl,
Who came at me with a glassy face.
I've never seen her husband before!
She came and stood completely ttt next door
But before I could make it right
S I pltsligt got to see tv girls to.
They laughed and jazzed p ngen
And sjng: Oh, happy days are here again!
Then they hgg me and cried: Opp out of the snag!
I lose my figlv in svngen,
And the girls were among the trees of the forest.
At evening when I came down to the city,
I met them all three
In white klnningar on the promenade,
The sknaste three gracer one can see.
One of them immediately took me into his hand
And said, I'm leaving on an early train.
Dare we walked under the palm trees on the beach
And talked and drew in the sand
And sjng: Oh, happy days are here again!
I am from San Fransisco, said the skna,
And drfare I cope well in mountains! -
I dance grna naked in the grna,
I love The Shape of nature and frg!
Yes, in America we have healthy habits —
Hare in Europe are man more mondn!
But, darling, we have nd same ancestry!
Oh, lt oss aldrig vandra skilda banor!
Oh, darling, happy days are here again!