Lars Lilholt Band — Onkel Christian song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Onkel Christian" by Lars Lilholt Band.
Lyrics
På den anden side af fjorden boede onkel Christian
Hos en søster der var født til sidst
Han var rejsende i kiks og lidt kager og var trist
Oprindelig kontorist
Nede på Peder Hedegaards korn og foderstoffer hvor
Han elskede direktørens Ruth
Men hendes far sagde: Nej Christian, det går sgu' ej
Du har ingen penge, det er slut
Christian trissed' hjem til mor
Og blev der til hun døde en dag
For arven købte han en Lloyd
Sådan en latterlig og lille bil der started' med et underligt fløjt
Og han lod sig blive sær
Onkel Christian lod vær'
Med at elske mere I sit liv
Blev en kagedåsemand
Lagde aldrig mer fra land
Onkel Christian
Christian strejfede omkring i den overfyldte Lloyd
Med negerkys og kager og med kiks
Men de var altid lidt for gamle, han kom altid lidt for sent
Og var altid lidt for trist
Nede i kælderen var der lager og dåser overalt
Ja kælderen var et slaraffenland
Vi unger listede med tænderne i vand
Ned til Onkel Christian
I hjørnet der stod børnedåsen
Sidste salgsdato: Længe siden
Vi gumlede og hostede og så
At han talte sine penge med det tynde hoved let på skrå
Og han lod sig blive sær
Onkel Christian lod vær'
Med at elske mere I sit liv
Blev en kagedåsemand
Lagde aldrig mer fra land
Onkel Christian
Dengang Christian var død fandt man penge i en dåse
Med en yndig pige udenpå
Hun var næsten skallet af men der var 20.000, — i
Som man ikke overså
Og Ruth med det lange røde hår
Lå på Nr. Sundby kirkegård
Og Lloyden var endt i Åbybro
Hos en hugger sådan går det, sådan går det jo
Og han lod sig blive sær
Onkel Christian lod vær'
Med at elske mere I sit liv
Blev en kagedåsemand
Lagde aldrig mer fra land
Onkel Christian
Lyrics translation
On the other side of the fjord lived uncle Christian
With a sister who was born in the end
He was traveling in biscuits and cakes and was sad
Original clerk
Down on Peder Hedegaard's grain and feed where
He loved the director's Ruth
But her father said, " no, Christian, it's not going
You have no money, it's over
Christian trissed ' home for mom
And stayed there until she died one day
For the inheritance he bought a Lloyd
Such a ridiculous and little car that started with a weird whistle
And he let himself get weird
Uncle Christian didn't'
To love more in his life
Became a cake tin man
Never laid any more from land
Uncle Christian
Christian roamed about in the crowded Lloyd
With Negro kisses and cookies and with biscuits
But they were always a little too old, he always came a little too late
And was always a little too sad
Down in the basement there were warehouses and cans everywhere
Yeah the basement was a slaraffenland
We kids slipped with their teeth in water
Down to Uncle Christian
In the corner there was the baby can
Sell-by date: long time ago
We were munching and coughing and then
That he counted his money with The Thin head slightly tilted
And he let himself get weird
Uncle Christian didn't'
To love more in his life
Became a cake tin man
Never laid any more from land
Uncle Christian
When Christian was dead money was found in a can
With a lovely girl on the outside
She was almost peeled off but there were 20,000, — in
Which you didn't miss
And Ruth with the long red hair
Lay on Nr. Sundby cemetery
And Lloyden had ended up in Åbybro
At a hugger that's how it goes, that's how it goes
And he let himself get weird
Uncle Christian didn't'
To love more in his life
Became a cake tin man
Never laid any more from land
Uncle Christian