Steppeulvene — Kun For Forrykte song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Kun For Forrykte" by Steppeulvene.
Lyrics
Der var engang en der hed Harry
Han gik på to ben og var et menneske
Men i grunden var han dog en Steppeulv
Han vidste meget af det som mennesker
Med god forstand kan lære
Han var en temmelig klog mand
Men ét havde han ikke lært
At være tilfreds med sig selv og sit liv
I sin ungdom da han endnu var fattig
Foretrak han at sulte og gå i laser
For herved at redde sin uafhængighed
Han solgte sig aldrig for penge
Til kvinder eller de store
Han kastede altid det bort
Som i alverdens øjne var hans fordel
For at bevare sin frihed
Han blev stadig mere og mere uafhængig
Ingen havde noget at befale ham
Han skulle ikke rette sig efter nogen
Fri og alene bestemte han
Over sin gøren og laden
Men midt i al denne frihed
Gik det pludselig op for Harry
At hans frihed var døden
Og han fastsatte sin 50-års fødselsdag
Som dagen hvor han ville begå selvmord
Og den dag skulle det stå ham frit for
At benytte nødudgangen eller lade være
Alt efter sit humør
La' der så ske hvad der ville
Der var kun få år at vente
Måneder og dage blev stadig færre
Og lad os forestille os en have
Med 100 forskellige slags træer
Og 100 forskellige slags blomster
Mens gartneren kun kender botanisk forskel
På spiselige og ukrudt
Så aner han slet ikke
Hvad han skal stille op med ni tiendedele af sin have
Og vi ta’r nu afsked med Harry
Og lader ham gå sin vej alene
Var han allerede hos de udødelige
Var han allerede der
Hvor hans tunge vej syntes at føre
Hvor ville han da ikke se forundret
På sin banes ubeslutsomme zigzag
Hvor ville han da ikke opmuntre
Hvor ville han da ikke smile
Fornøjet til denne Steppeulv
Åh, ja
Lyrics translation
Once Upon a time there was someone named Harry
He walked on two legs and was a human being
But basically he was a steppe Wolf
He knew a lot of it as humans
With good sense can learn
He was a pretty smart man
But he had not learned one
To be content with oneself and one's life
In his youth when he was still poor
Did he prefer to starve and go off
In order to preserve its independence
He never sold himself for money
For women or the big ones
He always threw it away
Which in the eyes of all the world was his advantage
To preserve his freedom
He became increasingly independent
No one had anything to command him
He wasn't supposed to follow anyone
Free and alone he decided
Over his doings and barns
But in the midst of all this freedom
Did Harry suddenly realize
That his freedom was death
And he set his 50th birthday
Like the day he tried to kill himself
And that day it should be free for him
To use the emergency exit or not
Depending on his mood
Then what would happen
There were only a few years to wait
Months and days were getting fewer and fewer
And let's imagine a garden
With 100 different kinds of trees
And 100 different kinds of flowers
While the gardener knows only botanical difference
On edible and weeds
Then he has no idea
What to do with nine tenths of his garden
And now we say goodbye to Harry
And let him go alone
Was he already with the Immortals
Was he already there
Where his heavy path seemed to lead
How would he not look puzzled
On the indecisive zigzag of his orbit
How would he not encourage
How would he not smile
Pleased with this Steppe Wolf
Oh, yeah