Rasmus Nøhr — Ibens Klit song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ibens Klit" by Rasmus Nøhr.
Lyrics
Iben havde været sømand
og datter af tisvildes købmand
Og hun var vild med bold
og med at fiske månen
Vil du se min barndoms klitter
Jeg sagde ja og tænkte mit og
Så tog vi af sted
Med picnickurv og termoflaske
Og røg så vi ku ofre aske
Når vi nåde frem
Men intet var som hun ku huske
Klitterne var fyldt med huse
Og hendes barndoms kælkebakke
Var hegnet ind af kvædekratte
Og fanme nej nu går vi op Og kigger ud fra bakkens top
Der sad vi så og så på sjælland
Til bakkens ejer smed os væk mand
Hvor blev jeg vred hun blev ked vi tog hjem og det var det
Iben blev vist atter sejler
Traf en surfer der blev bejler
Måske har de en klit
hvor de kan fiske månen
jeg tænker tit på ibens klit
hvor man kan fiske månen
Lyrics translation
Iben had been a sailor
and daughter of tisvildes merchant
And she loved ball
and fishing the moon
Do you want to see my childhood dunes
I said yes and thought mine and
Then we left
With picnic basket and thermos bottle
And smoke so we could sacrifice Ashes
Will we have mercy
But nothing was as she could remember
The dunes were filled with houses
And her childhood toboggan run
Was the fence in by quince rat
And Hell No let's go up and look out from the top of the hill
There we sat and looked at Zealand
To the tray owner threw us away man
She was upset we went home and that was it
Iben was shown again sailing
Met a surfer who became a suitor
Maybe they have a clit
where to fish the moon
I often think of Iben's clit
where to fish the moon