Lars Lilholt Band — Kejserens Hukommelse song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Kejserens Hukommelse" by Lars Lilholt Band.
Lyrics
Bag kæmpesten står folk i kø
For at komme ind
I kejserens hukommelse
Før han bli’r døv og blind
Men kejseren er død af længsel i sin have
Sidste fredag aften klokken et kvarter i tolv
Så kejseren tier men hør hvad hoffet siger:
Kejseren længe leve, ellers mister vi kontrol
Så ud fra magtens korridor
Der kom der ikke et ord
Kun det sædvanlige: hurra!
Hvor kejseren er stor
I morgen vil vi hylde ham ved en stor parade
Hoffet handler hurtigt inden kejseren er kold
Gartnerne river, skriverne skriver
På det høje hvide slot er alt under kontrol
Første gang så la’r vi ham gå
Anden gang så ligeså
Tredje gang så ta’r vi ham
Og kejserens hukommelse er lang
Vi putter ham i åben vogn
Vi gir ham nye klæ'r
Og kører ham fra sogn til sogn
Fulgt af en tiggerhær
Vi løfter hans arme, vinker med hans hænder
Fingrene de glimter af guldringene fem
Flagene vajer, pigerne de nejer
Kejseren skal huske os når han er kommet hjem
Første gang så la’r vi ham gå…
Kejseren husked' kun et gammelt minde
Vi lænked' ham til bifald, smigred' ham ihjel
Sandheden hørte han aldrig nogensinde
Længe leve kejseren, ellers dør vi selv
Første gang så la’r vi ham gå…
Og putter ham op bag i køen ved det hvide slot
Der ligger han og ligner kun en stille undersåt
Lyrics translation
Behind the boulders people are standing in line
To get in
In the memory of the emperor
Before he gets deaf and blind
But the emperor has died of longing in his garden
Last Friday night at 11 10
So the emperor keeps silent but listen to what the court says:
The emperor long live, or we lose control
So from the point of view of the corridor of power
There wasn't a word
Only the usual: hooray!
Where the emperor is great
Tomorrow we will pay tribute to him at a big parade
The court will act quickly before the emperor is cold
The gardeners tear, the writers write
On the high White Castle everything is under control
First time we'll let him go
The second time so too
Third time we'll take him
And the emperor's memory is long
We put him in the open wagon
We'll give him new clothes
And drive him from parish to parish
Followed by a beggar Army
We raise his arms, waving his hands
The fingers they gleam of the gold rings five
The flags are waving, the girls they nejer
I want the emperor to remember us when he gets home
First time we'll let him go…
The emperor remembered only an ancient memory
We chained 'him to applause, flattered' him to death
The truth he never heard ever
Long Live The Emperor, or we die ourselves
First time we'll let him go…
And put him in the back of the line at the White Castle
There he lies and looks like nothing but a silent subject