Paroles et traduction Lars Bremnes - Spelle for de gale

Spelle for de gale

Æ skulle spelle for de gale
På hospitalet der de bor.
Ei vennlig dame åpna døra
Og vi gikk ned en korridor.

Ho viste mæ ei lita stue,
æ pakka opp mitt instrument.
Æ skulle spelle før de gale,
æ må si at æ va spent.

Æ så en mann i rutat skjorte
Gå rundt i crocs og dongeri.
Ei jenta i en sommerbluse
Sto med en kopp ho skjenkte i.

Æ speida etter kvite frakka,
Men så alminnelige klær.
Æ skulle spelle før de gale,
Lurt på kor hen de kunn vær.

Avdelingsledern sa velkommen,
En svak applaus ble satt igang.
Æ slo an strengan på gitaren
Og pakka ut min første sang.

Med ganske høge skuldra så æ
På kvert et ansikt vendt mot mæ,
Men da æ kikka bak mot døra,
Herregud, da så æ dæ.

E du her?
E du en av dem som slit?
E du her?
Ja, æ kjente dæ igjen
Du som engang va min venn.
Du som engang va min venn.

Du va min helt en gang i tida,
æ huska platen æ fikk lån:
Joni Mitchell og Bruce Springsteen,
Musikk som løfta mæ tel månen
Og etterlot mæ full av spørsmål,
æ syntes du alltid hadde svar,
Og med din mørke stemme
Lærte du mæ blues på din gitar.

E du her?
E du en av dem som slit?
E du her?
Ja, æ kjente dæ igjen
Du som engang va min venn.
Du som engang va min venn.

Æ lot som om æ ikkje så dæ,
æ tenkte -showet must go on.
Da æ igjen så opp mot døra,
Da va du borte som en ånd.

Æ skulle spelle før de gale
Og fine sanga hadd æ med
Ja, før de gale skull æ spell,
Nu veit æ ikkje kor de e.

Playing for the Crazy Ones

I was supposed to play for the crazy ones
At the hospital where they live.
A friendly lady opened the door
And we walked down a corridor.

She showed me a small room,
I unpacked my instrument.
I was supposed to play for the crazy ones,
I must say I was nervous.

I saw a man in a checkered shirt
Walking around in Crocs and jeans.
A girl in a summer blouse
Stood with a cup she poured into.

I searched for white coats,
But only saw ordinary clothes.
I was supposed to play for the crazy ones,
Wondering where they could be.

The head of the department said welcome,
A weak applause started.
I struck the strings on my guitar
And unpacked my first song.

With my shoulders quite high, I looked
At every face turned towards me,
But when I looked back towards the door,
My God, there you were.

Are you here?
Are you one of those who struggle?
Are you here?
Yes, I recognized you
You who were once my friend.
You who were once my friend.

You were my hero once upon a time,
I remember the record I borrowed:
Joni Mitchell and Bruce Springsteen,
Music that lifted me to the moon
And left me full of questions,
I thought you always had answers,
And with your dark voice
You taught me blues on your guitar.

Are you here?
Are you one of those who struggle?
Are you here?
Yes, I recognized you
You who were once my friend.
You who were once my friend.

I pretended not to see you,
I thought -the show must go on.
When I looked up at the door again,
You were gone like a spirit.

I was supposed to play for the crazy ones
And had beautiful songs with me
Yes, I was supposed to play for the crazy ones,
Now I don't know where they are.