Falconer — Skula, Skorpa, Skalk song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Skula, Skorpa, Skalk" by Falconer.
Lyrics
En man han tjnt herr lagers grd
I sommar, vinter r fr r.
Sg mig, vem srjer nu fr dig?
Fr slit och slp under himmel gr Han blott sitt brd som lning fr.
Sg mig, vem srjer nu fr dig?
S kommer hastigt budet in:
Vr herre lgrar dotra din!
Sg mig, vem srjer nu fr dig?
Och trlen genom drren steg,
Han lmna plogen vid kerns teg.
Sg mig, vem srjer nu fr dig?
Herr lager hr nu mina ord,
Min doter till din hora gjord.
Sg mig, vem lyssnar nu till dig?
Och lager sa I vredesmod:
Du vrnar ej om ditt trlablod.
Sg mig, vem lyssnar nu till dig?
Varken l eller vin dig mnat,
Ej heller gortt
Dock Skula, Skorpa, Skalk.
Trl visste ej ett ord utav
Frrns strupen hans var skuren av.
Sg mig, vem skulle vrna om dig?
Det hr r nog bot fr idag
Och dotra tar jag vid behag.
Sg mig, vem skulle vrna om dig?
Kom ska jag visa dig min rtt
Att trsta dig p valfritt stt.
Sg mig, vem srjer nu fr dig?
«O tack!» Han sa med grtmild rst
Och sttte kniven uti hans brst.
Sg mig, vem srjer nu fr dig?
Lyrics translation
A man he tjnt Mr lagers grd
This summer, winter is fr R.
Hey, who's calling you now?
For toil and slp under heaven, he only goes his way as a trainee.
Hey, who's calling you now?
S comes hastily the commandment in:
V R Lord lgrar dotra your!
Hey, who's calling you now?
And trlen through drren rose,
He left the plow at kerns teg.
Hey, who's calling you now?
Mr lager hr now my words,
My doter to your whore made.
Sg me, who now listens to you?
And lager said in anger:
You don't care about your blood.
Sg me, who now listens to you?
Neither l nor wine you mnat,
Nor gortt
Dock Shoulder, Crust, Skalk.
Trl didn't know a word of it
Frrns throat hans was cut off.
Sg me, who would care about you?
This is probably the cure for today
And dotra I take at will.
Sg me, who would care about you?
Come on I'll show you my rtt
To trsta you at any place.
Hey, who's calling you now?
"O thank you!"He said with grtmild rst
And put the knife in his brst.
Hey, who's calling you now?