Paroles et traduction Cornelis Vreeswijk - Balladen om ett munspel

Balladen om ett munspel

Hr r balladen om min farfar
Nr jag var liten fick jag ett munspel av far
P inrdan av farfar som musikalisk var
Ge grabben ett munspel s spelar vi duett
Sa farfar som spelte p escornet
Nr farfar satt i kllaren blste sig bl
Blev farmor frtvivlad faster ocks
En dag nr faster trffat en riktigt stilig man
Kom han trffa farfar men blev blek frsvann
Vi vade i kllaren min farfar jag
D gjorde jag en visa som verkligen var bra
Den hade fyra toner lt underbar
Jag tror att de var ungefr s hr den var...
Vi tutade blste med knsla med darr
S duvorna p taket fick ronkatarr
Men farfar bara ste p
Han spelte som i trans
Duvorna bosatte sig ngon annan stans
Nr farfar blev fr gammal d avled han till sist
D tystnade musiken allt blev trist
Men nnu nr jag tnker p frfulliga dar
D blser jag i anden om en liten fanfar

Ballad of a Harmonica

This is the ballad about my grandfather
When I was a little boy, my father gave me a harmonica
My grandfather was a musician
Give the boy a harmonica and we'll play a duet
Said my grandfather who played the cornet
When my grandfather sat in the basement and blew himself blue
My grandmother became desperate, and so did my aunt
One day when my aunt met a really handsome man
He came to meet my grandfather but turned pale and disappeared
We were in the basement, my grandfather and I
I made a song that was really good
It had four notes and sounded wonderful
I think it went something like this...
We tooted and blew with feeling and with trembling
So the pigeons on the roof got bronchitis
But my grandfather just kept playing
He played as if in a trance
The pigeons settled down somewhere else
When my grandfather became too old, he finally passed away
Then the music fell silent and everything became sad
But now when I think of those wonderful years
I blow a little fanfare in memory of him