Paroles et traduction Kari Bremnes - Københavnerkneipe

Københavnerkneipe

KØBENHAVNERKNEIPE
Tekst og melodi: Kari Bremnes
AlT.: Knut Reiersrud, Kristin Skaare, Finn Sletten
Vi hadde gått langt i gamle brosteinsgate
Brosteinsgate e ikkje lagd for stilett
Vi gikk der husan står trangt
Vi behøvde ikkje prate
Det va sommer
Og vi gikk sannnen ganske tett
Du fikk se ei kneipe
Vi gikk inn ei dør
Og ned nån trinn
Dit kor aldri sommern lukkes inn
Vi trengte kanskje litt tid
Tel å venne oss tel mørket
Her va bare duse lampe tent
Her hadde dagen tatt fri
Her va rått og ingen tørke
Vi fant et bord
Her høsten bodde permanent
Københavnerkneipa fant vi inn ei dør
Og ned nån trinn
Dit kor aldri sommem lukkes inn
Ho kan ha vært 16 år
Der ho kom imella bordan
Bleik og vever med fortynna blikk
Ho hadde langt, slitent hår
Og ho leita etter ordan
Spurte lavt etter penga tel en trikk
Københavnerkneipe-kelnern
Bad ho gå et anna sted
Vi bad jenta om å sett sæ ned
Æ sa såvidt et par ord
Da ho nesten blei på gråten spurte om ho kunne få ei øl sa ho kom hit ifjor
Klassetur med danskebåten æ hørte nu
At ho va nordnorsk som mæ sjøl
Sa ho kom fra Senja
Fra et værhardt lite
Feskevær
Sa: Det storme ennu hardar her
Da vi endelig gikk
Så vi gjennom kjellerruta
At ho igjen gikk mndt og tigde mynt og børst Ho nådde aldri nån trikk
Kom sæ sikkert aldri ut av
Kneipa der
Ho hadde gått for lenge tørst

Copenhagen Pub

COPENHAGEN PUB
Lyrics and melody: Kari Bremnes
Arr.: Knut Reiersrud, Kristin Skaare, Finn Sletten
We had walked far in old cobblestone streets
Cobblestone streets are not made for stilettos
We walked where the houses are narrow
We didn't need to talk
It was summer
And we walked oh so close
You spotted a pub
We walked through a door
And down some stairs
To where summer never enters
Perhaps we needed a little time
To adjust to the darkness
Here only dim lamps were lit
Here the day had taken time off
Here was damp and no dryness
We found a table
Here autumn resided permanently
We found the Copenhagen pub through a door
And down some stairs
To where summer never enters
She may have been 16 years old
As she came between the tables
Pale and frail with diluted gaze
She had long, tired hair
And she searched for words
Asked softly for money for a tram
The Copenhagen pub waiter
Told her to go somewhere else
We invited the girl to sit down
I said just a few words
When she almost burst into tears she asked if she could have a beer she said she had been here before
Class trip on the Danish ferry I heard right away
That she was North Norwegian like myself
She said she came from Senja
From a stormy little
Fishing village
She said: The storms are even harder here
When we finally left
We saw through the cellar window
That she once again went out to beg for coins and tips She never caught a tram
Probably never got out of
That pub
She had gone thirsty for too long