John Mogensen — Den Gamle Violin song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Den Gamle Violin" by John Mogensen.
Lyrics
Musik: John Mogensen / Tekst: John Mogensen
Udgivet 1975
Fatter havde en gammel hjemmelavet violin
Han havde bygget den af et fint godt stykke træ
Den så måske ikke ud af så meget
Men vi syn´s den spillede pragtfuldt
Vi var 5 søskende — så der var jo munde nok at mætte
Men vi hørte ham aldrig beklage sig
Når han efter en lang arbejdsdag på fabrikken
Kom træt hjem og vi havde spist aftensmad
Så tændte han sin pibe og slappede af ved kakkelovnen
Mens mor vaskede op og vi skiftedes til at tørre af
Så ku´ det jo godt ske, at han pludselig rejste sig
Tog violinen ned fra væggen og begyndte at spille for os
Ser du de stunder glemmer jeg aldrig
Vi sad musestille og lyttede
Mens musikken fyldte hele stuen
Og der var særlig en, som vi så godt ku´ li´
Så kom den tid da mor blev syg, og glæden i vort hjem forsvandt
Jeg husker tydeligt den aften hun kaldte far ind til sig og sa´:
«Spil den for mig du ved — den jeg holder så meget af»
Han tog sin gamle violin ned fra væggen og smilede til hende, men jeg så godt
han græd.'
Den aften spillede han smukkere end nogensinde
Og han standsede først, da mor lukkede øjnene og faldt i søvn
Vi gik stille ind i stuen, da vi så ham knæle ned
Ved sengen og lægge violinen fra sig på gulvet
Siden den aften spillede far aldrig mere
Det er mange år siden nu og vi søskende er spredt for alle vinde.'
Men jeg har den gamle violin hængende på min væg
Og når jeg kigger på den, så mindes jeg de dejlige dage
Da far spillede for os alle sammen
Lyrics translation
Music: John Mogensen / Text: John Mogensen
Published 1975
Dad had an old homemade violin
He had built it from a fine good piece of wood
Maybe it didn't look like much
But we see it played wonderfully
We were 5 siblings — so there were enough mouths to feed
But we never heard him complain
When after a long working day at the factory
Come home tired and we had dinner
Then he lit his pipe and relaxed at the stove
While mom washed the dishes and we took turns wiping off
Then it could happen that he suddenly got up
Took the violin off the wall and started playing for us
You see those moments I'll never forget
We sat quietly and listened
While the music filled the whole living room
And there was one in particular that we liked so much
Then came the time when mother fell ill, and the joy in our home disappeared
I remember clearly the night she called dad in and then:
"Play it for me you know-the one I care so much about»
He took his old violin off the wall and smiled at her, but I looked good
he cried.'
That night he played prettier than ever
And he stopped only when mom closed her eyes and fell asleep
We walked quietly into the room when we saw him kneel down
By the bed and put the violin on the floor
Since that night Dad never played again
It's been many years now and we siblings are scattered to all winds.'
But I have the old violin hanging on my wall
And when I look at it, I remember those wonderful days
When dad played for all of us