Cornelis Vreeswijk — Lasse liten blues song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Lasse liten blues" by Cornelis Vreeswijk.
Lyrics
Lasse, Lasse liten tog en promenad,
hittade en femtilapp och dåblev han glad.
Den gick han till polisen med, säger ni såklart,
men tror ni det såtror ni fel för Lasse var smart.
Lasse, Lasse liten funderade som så:
Det där med hittelön och de' går jag inte på.
Jag skulle fåen femma påsin höjd, inte sant?
Nä, tror ni det såtror ni fel, det här är min slant!
Men dåkom polisen sättandes i språng.
Dom tog Lasse liten och det blev rättegång.
Domarn sa, det bästa blir nog psykiatrisk vård,
men se, där trodde domarn fel, för Lasse var hård.
Lasse litens mamma fick en nervattack.
Barnavårdsnämnden, fick hon fram innan hon stack.
För det hade hon läst i någon pedagogisk bok,
men jag tror hon läste fel, för hon var inte klok.
Barnavårdsnämnden, som vill alla barnen väl,
tog hand om Lasse liten av sociala skäl.
Dom påstod att hans hemmiljövar under all kritik
och körde Lasse till en psykiatrisk klinik.
Lasse, Lasse liten åkte påanstalt.
Lasse, Lasse liten tog det ganska kallt.
Här kan man inte stanna, sa han, i all evighet.
Nä, tror dom det såtror dom fel, sa Lasse och smet.
Lasse, Lasse liten lånade en bil,
körde från poliserna mil efter mil,
i hundrafyrtio kilometer — Lasse var kall —
sladda' han av vägen — krascha' mot en tall.
Bilen blev en skrothög, Lasse bara mos.
Fåglarna i skogen — dom sjöng 'Lasse liten blues'.
Lasse blev allt blekare och mossan blev röd
och när ambulansen kom var Lasse liten död.
Prästen sa vid graven ungefär såhär:
Du gick den breda vägen som till helvetet bär.
Lasse, Lasse liten, måHerren stådig bi.
Men Lasse hörde ingenting, för Lasse var fri.
Lyrics translation
Lasse, Lasse Little took a walk,
found a fifty-year-old and thengot happy.
He went to the police with that, of course,
but if you think you're wrong, Lasse was smart.
Lasse, Lasse little pondered like that:
The Finder's fee thing and they're not on me.
I'd get five at my height, wouldn't I?
No, you think you're wrong, this is my coin!
But then the police jumped.
They took Lasse small and there was a trial.
The judge said, the best will probably be psychiatric care,
but look, there the judge thought wrong, because Lasse was tough.
Lasse liten's mother had a nerve attack.
Child welfare, she got out before she left.
For that she had read in some educational book,
but I think she read it wrong, because she was crazy.
The Child Welfare Board, which wants all the children well,
took care of Lasse little for social reasons.
They claimed that his home environmentwas under all criticism
and drove Lasse to a psychiatric clinic.
Lasse, Lasse little went to an institution.
Lasse, Lasse small took it pretty cold.
You can't stay here, he said, Forever.
Nah, if they think it's wrong, Lasse and smet said.
Lasse, Lasse little borrowed a car,
drove from cops mile after mile,
in a hundred and forty kilometers-Lasse was cold —
skid' he off the road-crash ' against a pine.
The car turned into a piece of junk, Lasse just mos.
The birds in the forest — they sang 'Lasse little blues'.
Lasse became increasingly paler and the Moss turned red
and when the ambulance arrived, Lasse was little dead.
The priest said at the grave something like this:
You went the wide road that to hell carries.
Lasse, Lasse little, the Lord standing Bee.
But Lasse didn't hear anything, because Lasse was free.