Cornelis Vreeswijk — Personliga Person song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Personliga Person" by Cornelis Vreeswijk.
Lyrics
Personliga Persson satt en morgon vid frukostbordet
Och läste i morgonbladet att det senaste lustmordet
Bjöd på en mängd pikanta detaljer
Mördarn hade använt vissa attiraljer
Dessa nämdes i bladet
Och de var ju bra, det!
Personliga Perssons fru och hans vidriga dotter
De sutto i sina särkar ännu och sina papiljotter
Persson såg på dem med föga sympati
Och i sitt stilla sinne tänkte Persson «tvi!»
Fast han ingenting sade
Och de var ju bra, det!
Personliga Persson far med bussen som alla andra
I överrock och med handskar och hatt låter han sina tankar vandra
Och tankarna far precis som de vill
Och ingen hade kunna gissa sig till
Vad slags tankar han hade
Och de var ju bra, det!
Personliga Persson far mot hemmet per tunnelbana
En trettiosjua brännevin har han med sig av gammal vana
Sen spöar han sin fru med dunder och med brak
Och somnar som ett svin och vaknar som ett vrak
Men se, roligt det var det
Och de var ju bra, det!
Personliga Persson står i telefonkatalogen
Och om du dom rätta siffrorna slår så svarar han glad i hågen
«Ja visst finns det många Perssöner men
Personliga Persson finns det bara en Och det råkar va jag det
Och de var ju bra det!»
Lyrics translation
Personal Persson sat one morning at the breakfast table
And read in morgonbladet that the latest lust murder
Offered a variety of piquant details
The killer had used some paraphernalia
These were mentioned in the sheet
And they were good, that!
Personal Persson's wife and his vile daughter
They still sat in their strands and their curlers
Persson looked at them with little sympathy
And in his quiet mind Persson thought " tvi!»
Though he said nothing
And they were good, that!
Personal Persson father with the bus like everyone else
In overcoat and with gloves and hat he lets his thoughts wander
And the thoughts father just as they want
And no one would have guessed
What kind of thoughts he had
And they were good, that!
Personal Persson father against Home per Metro
A thirty seven burn wine he has with him out of habit
Then he punches his wife with thunder and with a bang
And falls asleep like a pig and wakes up like a wreck
But look, funny it was
And they were good, that!
Personal Persson is in the telephone directory
And if you hit the right numbers he will say Happy
"Yes of course there are many sons but
Personal Persson there is only one and it happens to be me
And they were good!»