Cornelis Vreeswijk — Incestvisa song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Incestvisa" by Cornelis Vreeswijk.
Lyrics
Fá¶rst trá¤ffade jag Marie-Louise och já¶sses vad jag blev ká¤r
Vi tá¤nkte vá¤l fá¶rlova oss men min pappa sa tyvá¤rr
Há¥ll fingrarna ifrá¥n den damen min son och sky henne som pest
For du och hon har samma mor och dᥠblir det incest
Sen trá¤ffade jag Linnea och vi prasslade en tid
Sen kunde det inte hjá¤lpas sᥠatt Linnea blev gravid
Ná¤r hennes mor fick se min far sᥠstá¤mde hon upp ett tjut
Linnea var min syster! Och sen fick vi gá¶ra slut
Anita och Karina, Britt-Louise och Siv,
Ja hundra andra damer fick jag stryka i mitt liv
Fá¶r pappa ká¤nde deras mor och sade till direkt
�?�Den kan du inte gifta dig med fá¶r ni á¤r faktiskt slá¤kt!�?�
Fá¶rstá¥r du nu medborgare att jag blev ganska sne'
Varenda dam i vá¥ran by var jag beslá¤ktad me'
Min sexualdrift krá¥nglade till aska blev min glá¶d
Sᥠjag gick till min mamma jag och klagade min ná¶d
�?�Min ká¤ra son�?� sa mamma dᥠuti all enkelhet
�?�Din pappa á¤r en já¤vla bock som alla má¤nniskor vet
Och alla dess damer á¤r han sá¤kert upphov till
Men han á¤r inte far till dig sᥠgift dig med vem du vill�?�
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Lyrics translation
First, I thought Marie-Louise and jáösses what I became kár
We thought we were promised but my father said tyvárr
Keep your fingers away from that lady my son and shun her like plague
For you and she have the same mother and then there will be incest
Then I caught Linnea and we rustled for some time
Then it could not be helped so that Linnea became pregnant
When her mother saw my father she raised a howl
Linnea was my sister! And then we ran out
Anita and Karina, Britt-Louise and Siv,
Yes a hundred other ladies I had to iron in my life
Fár dad knew their mother and said to directly
�?You can't marry that one because you're actually safe!�?�
Are you now a citizen that I got pretty sne'
Every lady in our village I was sure'
My sex drive crept to ashes became my glá¶d
So I went to my mother I and complained My ná¶d
�?And my dear son? on, said the mother dá ą in all it's simplicity
�?Your father is a giant goat that every man knows
And all of its ladies he certainly gives rise to
But he is not the father of you so marry who you want?�
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