Paroles et traduction Finn Kalvik - Å være barn en sommerdag

Å være barn en sommerdag

Å være barn en sommerdag
Det var å sette "Norna 2"
Vår nye racerbåt på vann
Å se den seile over stag
Og vasse ut i gummisko
Og redde den i land

Det var å leke "Øde øy"
Og ligge som en Robinson
Med hele havet mot sin hud
Det var å ta en liten rød
Maria fly-fly i sin hånd
Og be den fly til Gud

Det var med apens klatrekropp
Å entre Jensens epletre
Og vise Lilly at man tør
Det var å ta en smørblomst opp
Mot Lillys hake for å se
Om hun var glad i smør

Det var å leke "Øde øy"
Og ligge som en Robinson
Med hele havet mot sin hud
Det var å ta en liten rød
Maria fly-fly i sin hånd
Og be den fly til Gud

Det var å stikke bær på strå
For efterpå å rope, "Slipp!"
Til strået slapp dem, ett for ett
Det var å være blåbærblå
Fra øreflipp til øreflipp
Og stønne, "Jeg er mett!"

Det var å leke "Øde øy"
Og ligge som en Robinson
Med hele havet mot sin hud
Det var å ta en liten rød
Maria Fly-fly i sin hånd
Og be den fly til Gud

Det var å se en svales jag
Og være meget, meget rik
Som eier av en sukkerert
Ja, å være barn en sommerdag
Var simpelthen å være slik
Vi alltid skulle vært

Å være barn en sommerdag
Var simpelthen å være slik
Vi alltid skulle vært!

To Be a Child on a Summer Day

To be a child on a summer day
Was to set "Norna 2"
Our new racing boat on the water
To see it sail over the stage
And wade out in rubber shoes
And save it ashore

It was to play "Desert Island"
And lie like a Robinson
With the whole sea against his skin
It was to take a little red
Maria fly-fly in his hand
And ask it to fly to God

It was with the ape's climbing body
To enter Jensen's apple tree
And show Lilly that you dare
It was to take a buttercup up
Against Lilly's chin to see
If she loved butter

It was to play "Desert Island"
And lie like a Robinson
With the whole sea against his skin
It was to take a little red
Maria fly-fly in his hand
And ask it to fly to God

It was to stick berries on straws
To then shout, "Let go!"
Until the straw let them go, one by one
It was to be blueberry blue
From earlobe to earlobe
And groan, "I'm full!"

It was to play "Desert Island"
And lie like a Robinson
With the whole sea against his skin
It was to take a little red
Maria Fly-fly in his hand
And ask it to fly to God

It was to see a swallow's chase
And be very, very rich
As owner of a sugar pea
Yes, to be a child on a summer day
Was simply to be like that
We should always have been

To be a child on a summer day
Was simply to be like that
We should always have been!