Lars Lilholt Band — Hvidsten Kro song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Hvidsten Kro" by Lars Lilholt Band.
Lyrics
Sorte Halifax maskiner hoppede over klitterne ved Søndervig
Som paukeslag fra BBC som trækfugle der jog forbi
Lavt ind over Jylland, med kursen sønden om Hobro
Og snart stod faldskærme som hvide blomster mod den natblå ro
I køkkenet på kroen gik alt sin vante gang
Gudrun bagte æggekage mens hun stod og sang
Men fra den 12. marts i 43 var der ikke mere ro
På Hvidsten Kro
For da kom Doktor Thorup og en fremmed ind i kroens skænkestue
Og sagde «Marius Field hvis du vil, er du ham vi skal bruge
Der er containere med våben, på markene ved Alstrup Gård
Og de skal bringes ind til Randers før tyskerne fornemmer hvad der foregår»
«Jeg skal lige spørge Gudrun» var hvad Marius fik sagt
Så var Hvidstengruppen dannet og London fik kontakt
Og det gik godt et år og så tog sorgen varigt bo
På Hvidsten Kro
Snart så var de fjorten, og i familien Field tog alle fat
Og var der hilsen til Elias over BBC så var der bid i nat
I 1943 var danskerne begyndt at vågne op
Sabotører sku bevæbnes og det var Hvidstengruppens job
De lyste op mod himlen tre hvide og en rød
En enkelt uopmærksomhed ku være den visse død
Og efter nattens arbejde var der en mellemmad eller to
På Hvidsten Kro
Store sorte fugle over Jylland sønden om Hobro
Faldskærme på himlen, hvide blomster mod den natblå ro
Der lå tyskere i Randers, der lå tyskere ved Mariager Fjord
De vidste der var noget galt men tørvegrave sletter alle spor
De nåede ud til kroen og flyene var væk
På loftet lå en faldskærmsmand og rystede af skræk
Han knugede sin giftampul og klyngede sig til en spinkel tro
På Hvidsten Kro
Faldskærmsmanden han var frivillig han var lydløs han var rå
Han kunne springe broer så da Wermachts togtransporter gik i stå
Men han blev taget af Gestapo hos en kvinde som han faldt for og fik lov
Men giftampullen fik han ikke, for de tog ham mens han sov
SS sorte bødler satte tomme skruer på
Og Marius var røbet før testiklerne blev blå
Ja klokken var slået da Bornholmeren slog to
På Hvidsten Kro
En morgen midt i marts blev kroen forvandlet til et håb
Der var støvletramp i gården, motorstøj og tysk kommandoråb
Gudrun stod i køkkenet det bankede på den lave dør
«Heil Hitler! Hände Hoch!» og Gudrun hviskede «åh gud nej og nu det lige før»
Men Marius han gryntede den gamle fatalist
«Det går jo og Gudrun lad nu være at være så trist»
Men hun gøs for der var en hæslig lyd af en stikker der lo
Over Hvidsten Kro
Så førtes alle fjorten ind til Århus og så til Horserød
Og Niels Field sagde til sin far «Jeg tror det bliver vores død»
Hvidstengruppen sad som gidsler i en gammel rød barak
For nazisterne sku ha nogen at skyde for at holde folk i skak
For der var hus i København der blev krigsretten sat
Og otte af dem dømtes til at dø den næste nat
Men man hørte ingen gråd nej de tog det med en iskold ro
Dem fra Hvidsten Kro
Og da Marius forlod sin celle favnede han en tysk soldat
Og tilgav ham og sagde «du skal vide at
Det er ikke jer almindelige tyskere som vi har kæmpet mod
Næh det det onde der har magten over jeg og os» og tyskeren forstod
I Røvangen til sidst hvor de tavse pæle står
De otte af dem sang altid «Frejdig når du går»
Solen steg og ordren lød og så faldt de to og to
Dem fra Hvidsten Kro
I sommeren 45 kom de atter hjem og fik den sidste ro
I en fællesgrav ved landevejen hundrede nord for kroen
Og kører du forbi en dag så tøv en kende før du videre tager
For det er ikke længe siden og de gav det dyrebareste vi har
Dengang jeg var lille var jeg der med min far
Og der stod Gudrun stadigvæk og gjorde æggekagen klar
Sådan en vinteraften i den dybe stille natblå ro
På Hvidsten Kro
Lyrics translation
Black Halifax machines skipped the dunes at Søndervig
Like paukeslag from the BBC like migratory birds running by
Low into Jutland, with the course south of Hobro
And soon parachutes like white flowers stood against the night Blue calm
In the kitchen at the inn everything went its usual way
Gudrun baked omelettes while she was singing
But from the 12th. march in 43 There was no more calm
At Hvidsten Kro
Because then Dr Thorup and a stranger came into the tavern's sideboard
And said, " Marius Field, if you want, you're the one we need
There are containers with weapons, in the fields at Alstrup farm
And they have to be brought in to Randers before the Germans sense what's going on»
"I have to ask Gudrun" was what Marius got said
Then the White Stone Group was formed and London made contact
And it went well a year and then the grief took lasting abode
At Hvidsten Kro
Soon then they were fourteen, and in the Field family everyone took hold
And if there was a greeting to Elias over the BBC then there was a bite last night
In 1943 the Danes had begun to wake up
Saboteurs were supposed to be armed and that was the White Stone Group's job
They lit up against the sky three white and one red
A single inattention could be the certain death
And after the night's work there was a middleman or two
At Hvidsten Kro
Large black birds over Jutland south of Hobro
Parachutes in the sky, white flowers against the night Blue calm
There were Germans in Randers, there were Germans at Mariager Fjord
They knew something was wrong but peat bogs erase all traces
They reached the inn and the planes were gone
In the attic lay a paratrooper and trembled with horror
He clutched his poison ampoule and clung to a flimsy faith
At Hvidsten Kro
The paratrooper he was a volunteer he was silent he was raw
He could jump bridges so when Wermacht's train transports stopped
But he was taken by the Gestapo of a woman to whom he fell and was allowed
But he didn't get the poison ampoule because they took him while he was asleep
SS black executioners put empty screws on
And Marius was revealed before the testicles turned blue
Yes the bell was beaten when the grandfather struck two
At Hvidsten Kro
One morning in the middle of March the inn turned into a hope
There was a boot ramp in the yard, engine noise and German commando call
Gudrun was standing in the kitchen knocking on the low door
"Heil Hitler! Hände Hoch!"and Gudrun whispered" Oh god no and now that just before»
But Marius he grunted the old fatalist
"It's all right and Gudrun don't be so sad»
But she shuddered for there was a hideous sound of a snitch who laughed
Over Hvidsten Inn
Then all fourteen were taken to Aarhus and then to Horserød
And Niels Field said to his father, " I think it's gonna be our death»
The white stone group was held hostage in an old red barracks
For the Nazis should have someone to shoot to keep people at bay
Because there was a house in Copenhagen that was court martialed
And eight of them were sentenced to die the next night
But you heard no crying No they took it with an icy calm
The ones from Hvidsten Kro
And when Marius left his cell he embraced a German soldier
And forgave him and said " You must know that
It is not you ordinary Germans that we have fought against
No the evil that has power over me and US " and the German understood
In the Røvangen at last where the silent poles stand
The eight of them always sang " Frejdig when you go»
The sun rose and the order sounded and then the two and two fell
The ones from Hvidsten Kro
In the summer of 45 they returned home and got the last calm
In a common grave by the road a hundred north of the inn
And if you drive past one day please hold a little before you move on
For it is not long ago and they gave the most precious we have
When I was little I was there with my dad
And there Gudrun still stood and prepared the egg cake
Such a winter evening in the deep quiet night Blue calm
At Hvidsten Kro