Lyrics and translation Annika Aakjær - Og deres lykke var gjort

Og deres lykke var gjort

Jeg kan ikke lide det, der er mærkeligt
Det kan jeg heller ikke, sagde hun til ham
Og fra den dag var de sammen i medgang uden modgang
Og deres liv var som en endeløs popsang

Og så en dag skete der noget stort
Der gjor' at deres lykke var gjort
For de skulle være mor og far
Så de skyndte sig ud for at købe en stationcar

For der skulle være masser af plads i deres lille familiepalads
Og den umiddelbare lykke
Manglede jo kun det sidste stykke

Og så en nat kom den gode fe, og gjorde Pinnochio til en rigtig dreng
Af kød og blod, og sine meningers mod
Og han kunne lide at krukke, og han ønskede sig en dukke

Og der skulle være masser af plads i deres lille familiepalads
Men den umiddelbare lykke
Manglede stadig et sidste stykke

Åh doktor, jeg tror, vores søn han er skør
Han har lige sagt, han vil være frisør
Og vi skulle aldrig have ladet ham gå til dans
Doktor, tror du, vores søn er svans?

For vi har ikke plads, til mærkelige folk her i vores palads
Og vi ville hellere end gerne ha' betalt, men der findes vist ingen kur for det, der er galt

Åh gud, vi tror, at vores søn han er sær
Han har lige skudt mig med et gevær, i mit hjerte
Han råbte "Så kan du lære det!
Og vil du ikke høre, må du føle en smerte."

Han råbte: "Undskyld, men her er ikke plads til jeres perfekte palads.
Og jeg vil så gerne være fri for jeres hykleri
Og den umiddelbare lykke kan rende mig et stykke"

And their happiness was made

I don't like what's strange
Neither can I, she said to him
And from that day on, they were together in prosperity without adversity
And their life was like an endless pop song

And then one day, something big happened
That made their happiness complete
Because they were going to be a mother and a father
So they hurried out to buy a station wagon

Because there had to be plenty of room in their little family palace
And that immediate happiness
Only needed the last piece

And then one night, the fairy godmother came and turned Pinocchio into a real boy
Of flesh and blood, and the courage of his convictions
And he liked to act up, and he wanted a doll

And there had to be plenty of room in their little family palace
But that immediate happiness
Still lacked a last piece

Oh doctor, I think our son, he's crazy
He just said he wants to be a hairdresser
And we should never have let him go dancing
Doctor, do you think our son is crazy?

Because we don't have room for strange people in our palace
And we'd rather have paid, but there probably isn't a cure for what's wrong

Oh god, we think our son, he's crazy
He just shot me with a gun, in my heart
He shouted "Now you can learn it!
And if you don't want to listen, you must feel a pain."

He shouted: "Excuse me, but there is no room here for your perfect palace.
And I would so like to be free of your hypocrisy
And that immediate happiness can go fuck itself