Lars Lilholt Band — Freja song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Freja" by Lars Lilholt Band.
Lyrics
Jeg blev viet til Freja i midten af maj
Ved et alter med blomster på
Hun var ældre end gammel, og hun var yngre end ung
Og hendes øjne var gletcherblå
Hun var alt eller intet
Og løgnen var bandlyst og borte
Hun var skrøbelig, stærk i en fiks lille sag
På hendes bryllupsdag
Freja, Freja
Der hang skygger i træet i det bagerste rum
Af Frejas mysterium
Hun havde boet alene på Tågernes Ø
Med sin halvdøve havemand
Og hendes hofter de havde den blødeste runding
Der gør mændene ude af stand
Til andet end at satse og prale
Og hyle mod månen
Mens hun red dem fra snøvsen til vid og til sans
Fra mørket op mod Skt. Hans, ah
Freja, Freja
Sorgen er okay, fortielsen grum
I Frejas mysterium
På eBay.com havde hun budt på og fået
En vindharpe for en slik
Den downloaded glæden og sorgen
I alle de budskaber Freja fik
Svarene blæser i vinden
Og mennesker længes
De lever i sorgen, i savnet, i håbet
Men aldrig i lige nu
Freja, Freja
Blændet af tårer, snaksalig og stum
Er Frejas mysterium
Den dag hun blev googlet af kærligheden
Og tøvede en smule
Ja, da stod jeg af båden og letted' på hatten
Følsom og smaddercool
Og jeg plukked' en gøgeurt
Satte den til at gløde
Mellem de struttende bryster, der ryster
Og trøster og fodrer liv
Freja, Freja
Ja, så blev der fest i det bagerste rum
Af Frejas mysterium
Freja, Freja
Og jeg blev klogere og klogere, mens jeg drak mig dum
I Frejas mysterium
Og kærligheden blev den samlende sum
I Frejas mysterium
Lyrics translation
I married Freja in mid May
At an altar with flowers on it
She was older than old and she was younger than young
And her eyes were Glacier Blue
She was all or nothing
And the lie was banished and gone
She was fragile, strong in a nifty little case
On her wedding day
Freja, Freja
Shadows hung in the tree in the back room
Of Freja's mystery
She had lived alone on The Mist Island
With his half-dead gardener
And her hips they had the softest roundness
That makes the men unable
To anything other than betting and bragging
And howl at the moon
While she rode them from Wits to Wits
From the darkness up against St. Petersburg. Hans, ah
Freja, Freja
The grief is all right, the silence grim
In the mystery of Freja
On eBay.com had she bid and received
A wind harp for a candy
It downloaded joy and sorrow
In all the messages Freja got
The answers blow in the wind
And people yearn
They live in sorrow, you missed, in hope
But never in right now
Freja, Freja
Blinded by tears, chatty and mute
Is Freja's mystery
The day she was Googled by love
And hesitated a little
Yes, then I got off the boat and letted ' on the hat
Sensitive and super cool
And I picked a Orchid
Set it to glow
Between the strutting tits shaking
And comfort and feed lives
Freja, Freja
Yeah, then there was a party in the back room
Of Freja's mystery
Freja, Freja
And I got smarter and smarter while I drank myself stupid
In the mystery of Freja
And love became the unifying sum
In the mystery of Freja