Текст и перевод песни Raquel Rastenni - Heksedansen
Heksedansen
The Witch's Dance
Se
her
kommer
mutter
med
kost
og
spand,
Behold,
your
mother,
with
bucket
and
cloth,
Med
skrubbe
og
klude
og
sbevand,
With
scrubbing
and
rubbing
and
sbehand,
Nu
bli'r
der
en
plasken,
en
sjasken
og
trren,
Now
there'll
be
a
splashing,
a
splashing
and
trren,
For
pske
og
pinse
og
jul
str
for
dren.
For
Easter
and
Pentecost
and
Christmas
are
for
the
children.
Hun
gnider
panelet
med
vaskeskind,
She
scrubs
the
panel
with
a
washcloth,
Med
rumpen
i
vejret
og
knene
ind,
With
her
rump
in
the
air
and
her
knees
tucked
in,
For
den,
som
vil
ligge
lidt
foran
sin
nste,
For
the
one
who
wants
to
be
a
little
ahead
of
her
next,
M
styrte
omkring
som
en
hvirvelvind.
Must
rush
around
like
a
whirlwind.
For
tiden
er
s
kort,
og
det
ku'
hnde,
For
time
is
so
short,
and
it
could
happen,
Hun
kom
for
sent,
for
sent
til
livets
ende.
She
came
too
late,
too
late
for
the
end
of
life.
Nr
klokken
er
seks
p
familiens
ur,
When
the
clock
strikes
six
on
the
family
clock,
Begynder
hun
forfra
p
samme
tur,
She
starts
over
on
the
same
tour,
S
bli'r
der
en
plasken,
en
sjasken
og
trren,
So
there'll
be
a
splashing,
a
splashing
and
trren,
For
pske
og
pinse
og
jul
str
for
dren.
For
Easter
and
Pentecost
and
Christmas
are
for
the
children.
Hun
maste
i
gr
til
hun
nsten
drat,
She
massages
the
floor
until
she
almost
drops,
Og
straks
det
er
mor'n
ta'r
hun
atter
fat,
And
immediately
it's
morning
she
takes
up
again,
For
katten
har
listet
med
snavsede
poter
For
the
cat
has
lurked
with
dirty
paws
P
tppet
p
gulvet
i
stuen
i
nat.
On
the
rug
on
the
floor
in
the
living
room
at
night.
For
tiden
er
s
kort,
og
det
ku'
hnde,
For
time
is
so
short,
and
it
could
happen,
Hun
kom
for
sent,
for
sent
til
livets
ende.
She
came
too
late,
too
late
for
the
end
of
life.
Og
dagen
den
gr
i
en
heksedans,
And
the
day
goes
by
in
a
witch's
dance,
Med
skrubben
og
gnubben
og
mbelglans,
With
scrubbing
and
rubbing
and
furniture
polish,
Og
vasken
og
plasken,
og
sjasken
og
trren,
And
washing
and
splashing,
and
splashing
and
trren,
For
pske
og
pinse
og
jul
str
for
dren.
For
Easter
and
Pentecost
and
Christmas
are
for
the
children.
Hun
suser
fra
loftet
til
klderen,
She
rushes
from
the
attic
to
the
basement,
Hun
maser,
men
nr
ingen
vegne
hen,
She
massages,
but
gets
nowhere,
For
nr
hun
er
frdig,
s
ta'r
hun
det
forfra,
For
when
she's
finished,
she
starts
over,
Og
forfra
og
forfra
og
om
igen.
And
over
and
over
and
over
again.
For
tiden
er
s
kort,
og
det
ku'
hnde,
For
time
is
so
short,
and
it
could
happen,
Hun
kom
for
sent,
for
sent
til
livets
ende.
She
came
too
late,
too
late
for
the
end
of
life.
Og
mutter
forsmmer
sin
lille
mand,
And
mother
neglects
her
little
man,
Til
fordel
for
sbe
og
kost
og
spand,
In
favor
of
soap
and
bucket
and
cloth,
Han
mdes
med
plasken
og
sjasken
og
trren,
He
meets
with
the
splashing
and
splashing
and
trren,
For
pske
og
pinse
og
jul
str
for
dren.
For
Easter
and
Pentecost
and
Christmas
are
for
the
children.
Han
standser
og
ved,
hvad
det
er
hun
vil,
He
stops
and
knows
what
she
wants,
Tag
skoene
af
&endash;
ikke
grisse
til,
Take
off
your
shoes
- don't
mess
it
up,
S
rydder
hun
bordet
for
piber
og
bger,
So
she
clears
the
table
of
pipes
and
books,
Og
ungernes
klodser
og
ludospil.
And
the
children's
blocks
and
ludo
game.
For
tiden
er
s
kort.,
og
det
ku'
hnde,
For
time
is
so
short.,
and
it
could
happen,
Hun
kom
for
sent,
for
sent
til
livets
ende.
She
came
too
late,
too
late
for
the
end
of
life.
Ja,
mutter
hun
vasker
og
skrubber
og
skur,
Yes,
mother
she
washes
and
scrubs
and
scours,
Og
under
sig
aldrig
en
middagslur,
And
never
a
midday
nap
under
her,
Men
tiden
skal
bruges
til
plasken
og
trren,
But
the
time
is
to
be
used
for
splashing
and
trren,
For
pske
og
pinse
og
jul
str
for
dren,
For
Easter
and
Pentecost
and
Christmas
are
for
the
children,
Og
gulvskrubben
gr
i
en
evig
ring,
And
the
floor
scrubbing
goes
on
in
an
eternal
ring,
Den
vimser
omkring
efter
ingenting,
It
fusses
about
after
nothing,
S
hvis
hun
nr
frem
til
sin
egen
begravelse,
So
if
she
gets
to
her
own
funeral,
Ville
man
syn's
det
var
store
ting.
One
would
think
it
was
a
big
deal.
For
tiden
er
s
kort.,
og
det
ku'
hnde,
For
time
is
so
short.,
and
it
could
happen,
Hun
kom
for
sent,
for
sent
til
livets
ende.
She
came
too
late,
too
late
for
the
end
of
life.
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