Kim Larsen & Kjukken — Jeg Plukker Fløjlsgræs song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Jeg Plukker Fløjlsgræs" by Kim Larsen & Kjukken.
Lyrics
En vår er kommet så mild og stille
Med drømmedufte om mark og eng
På sølvstreng klimprer den friske kilde
Og fuld af sødme af fuglens sang
Jeg plukker fløjlsgræs og ridderspore
Jeg plukker mandstro og jomfrusko
Men blodet banker i mine årer
Mit lille hjerte har ingen ro
Ja, blodet banker i mine årer
Mit lille hjerte har ingen ro
Jeg synger ikke, jeg danser ikke
Der er så meget, jeg ikke når
Er jeg bedrøvet? Jeg ved det ikke
Jeg drømmer bare, og tiden går
Jeg plukker fløjlsgræs og ridderspore
Jeg plukker mandstro og jomfrusko
Men blodet banker i mine årer
Mit lille hjerte har ingen ro
Ja, blodet banker i mine årer
Mit lille hjerte har ingen ro
Lyrics translation
A spring has come so gentle and quiet
With Dream scents of field and Meadow
On silver string strumming the fresh spring
And full of the sweetness of the bird's song
I pick corduroy grass and chivalry tracks
I pick men's and Virgin shoes
But the blood is beating in my veins
My little heart has no calm
Yes, the blood is beating in my veins
My little heart has no calm
I don't sing, I don't dance
There's so much I can't get
Am I sad? I don't know
I'm just dreaming, and time goes by
I pick corduroy grass and chivalry tracks
I pick men's and Virgin shoes
But the blood is beating in my veins
My little heart has no calm
Yes, the blood is beating in my veins
My little heart has no calm