Lyrics and translation Anne Linnet - De voksnes sønda'

De voksnes sønda'

Søndag morgen, det' de voksnes sløvedag,
Hvor bliver de af?
De går og sover indeni,
Måske er det fordi
De var til en fest i går,
Nu har de ondt i deres hår
De siger at alle lyde runger rundt,
Og deres hoveder gør så ondt.

Mellemspil (klaver)

Alting går så langsomt, kaffen drikkes og avisen læses
Men glemt er hvert et ord om lidt
De voksne har det rigtig skidt
Hør, skulle vi ikke tage at gå en tur,
Måske i skoven,
Der er så kønt med grene for oven
Og luften er så rar,
Det er lige noget for mor og far.

Mellemspil (klaver)

Hvis vi går i skoven,
Kan de jo traske rundt og blive rigtig raske
Sådan at dagen kan gå hen,
Og blive rigtig god for dem, jaa.

Adults’ Sunday

Sunday morning, it's the adults' lazy day,
Where have they gone?
They go and sleep inside,
Maybe it's because
They were at a party yesterday,
Now their heads are throbbing with pain
They say that every sound echoes around,
And their heads hurt so bad.

Interlude (piano)

Everything goes so slowly, coffee is drunk and the newspaper is read
But every word is quickly forgotten
The adults feel really bad
Listen, shouldn't we go for a walk,
Maybe in the forest,
It's so beautiful with branches above
And the air is so nice,
It's just the thing for mom and dad.

Interlude (piano)

If we go to the forest,
They can stomp around and they’ll soon feel tip-top
That way the day will pass by,
And it'll turn out really well for them, yes.