Svartsot — Spillemandens Dåse song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Spillemandens Dåse" by Svartsot.
Lyrics
En vår morgen, da solen stod højt,
Til byen en spillemand kom,
Han sat' sig og kigged' omkring,
Og nu da skaren kom nærmere, begynt' han at spill'.
Byens godtfolk, de dansed' og lo,
Som fortryllet af musikkens klang,
Men en karl, han spejded' en æske,
En sølvdåse, som spillemanden, han prøved' at skul'.
«Spelmand, spelmand, spelmand, si' vos, wa' do har i æ dås,
Spelmand, spelmand, spelmand, vis no, wa' der æ i æ dås.»
Trods hans klager, rives dåsen fra hans hænder,
Da låget løftes blev himlen så sort som den mørkest' nat,
De meldt' aldrig, hvad de så, ikke en sjæl undslap.
Den aften da solen gik ned,
Lå byen så underligt stil'
Den fremmede, han var Fanden selv,
Og nu, da mørket frembrød, så begyndt' han at spil'
Spillemandens dåse.
Spillemandens dåse.
Lyrics translation
A spring morning when the sun was high,
To the city a fiddler came,
He sat' himself and looked ' around,
And now, as the crowd approached, he began to ' spill.'
The good people of the city, they danced ' and laughed,
As enchanted by the sound of music,
But a karl, he looked out for a box,
A silver box, like the musician, he tried'to'.
"Spelmand, spelmand, spelmand, si' vos, wa' do have in æ dås,
Spelmand, spelmand, spelmand, show no, wa ' der æ æ dåå.»
Despite his complaints, the Can is torn from his hands,
When the lid was lifted, the sky became as black as the darkest night,
They never reported what they saw, not a soul escaped.
That night when the sun went down,
Lay the city so weird style'
The stranger, he was the fuck himself,
And now, when darkness came forth, he began to 'play'
The Fiddler's can.
The Fiddler's can.