Paroles et traduction Eddie Skoller - Den skamløse gamle dame - 1998 Remastered Version

Den skamløse gamle dame - 1998 Remastered Version

I skabet hænger fire gamle kjoler
Og to små snørestøvler står til pynt
På bordet står en halvtømt flaske portvin
Det er en dag, som næppe er begyndt

I sengen ligger der en gammel dame
Og hendes ansigt det er hvidt og blidt
Hendes alder den er hendes egen
Og det er morgen, som det er så tit.

Nu står hun op og kigger ud til våren
Og vander blomster som sig hør og bør
Giver mad til katten og laver en kop kaffe
Der er en hemmelighed i alt hun gør

Så går hun ud i dagen for at handle
Lidt ost og brød, en flaske mælk og vin
En gammel dame i en gammel kjole
To snørestøvler og en duft Jasmin

Nu sætter hun sig på sin bænk i parken
Så klokken må være 11 godt og vel
Jeg har to liv, det plejer hun at sige
Det første fik jeg, men dette tog jeg selv

Jeg levede mange år som ydmyg husmor
Og gjorde kun det, man sagde, der var min pligt
Jeg tav, jeg passede mand og børn og vaskede
Så døde han, nu er mit liv et digt

I skabet danser to små snørestøvler
Og fire gamle kjoler synger med
Til tonerne af hendes mange drømme
Og sangen handler mest om kærlighed

Nu slutter sangen, resten må du tænke
For der er meget, som man ikke ved
En gammel dame sidder med sin portvin
Og resten det er hendes hemmelighed.

The Shameless Old Lady - 1998 Remastered Version

In the closet hang four old dresses
And two little lace-up boots stand for decoration
On the table stands a half-empty bottle of port wine
It's a day that has hardly begun

In bed lies an old lady
And her face is white and gentle
Her age is her own
And it's morning, as it is so often.

Now she gets up and looks out at spring
And waters flowers as she should
Gives food to the cat and makes a cup of coffee
There is a secret in everything she does

Then she goes out into the day to shop
Some cheese and bread, a bottle of milk and wine
An old lady in an old dress
Two lace-up boots and a scent of jasmine

Now she sits on her bench in the park
So it must be 11 o'clock and good
I have two lives, she used to say
I was given the first, but I took this one myself

I lived many years as a humble housewife
And did only what I was told was my duty
I kept quiet, I looked after my husband and children and washed
Then he died, now my life is a poem

In the closet two little lace-up boots are dancing
And four old dresses sing along
To the tune of her many dreams
And the song is mostly about love

Now the song is over, the rest you must think
For there is much that one does not know
An old lady sits with her port wine
And the rest is her secret.