Paroles et traduction Liva Weel - Nå

Nå

Vores livs sejlads imellem bord og seng,
Mad og elskov, hvile, had og sød forsoning
- Skal den skildres i et ganske kort refræn,
Må det gøres med en vekslende betoning.
Det gør vi så.
Hvad skal vi ta?
Det lille Nå!

Man har stået engang ved voksne mennskers knæ
Som et lille, utæt, snottet, sjovt spektakel.
Og de sae, at noet var mam og noet var bæ.
Voksnes ord var et mirakuløst orakel.
Der stod man så
Og lytted spændt.
Så sae man Nå!

Man gled ind på skolens sure bænkerad.
Bare gab! Så passer læreren kundskabspumpen
Med tortur som ligninger af tredje grad.
Man fik hård hud dels på sjælen dels på rumpen.
Der sad man så
Og gloede dumt.
Så sae man Nå.

Skolen lærte, man fik børn fra bi til bi,
Men fra trappegangen vidste vi det hele.
Med uvidenhedens posekikkeri
Var vi tidlig vel bevandret i de dele.
Der stod man så
Og tænkte sit.
Så sae man Nå.

Og så viste det sig dog, at det var skønt:
To alene mennsker mellem jord og himmel,
Fryd og pine, skyernes flugt i blåt og grønt,
Og man glider i hinandens afgrund - svimmel.
Hvad sae man så
Forventningsangst?
Man hvisked Nå.

Men som moden kvinde kender man sit værd,
Og man spejler sig bevidst i mændenes blikke.
Hvad de vil- hvad de er til- og alt det dér.
Og man spiller selv sit spil. Man leger ikke.
Hvad gør man så?
Et skulderkast -
Et lille Nå!

Og så hænder det en dag, hans smil blir koldt.
Han er fri naturligvis. Man gør sig munter.
Det er bristet, det man gik og troede holdt.
Alt er bleet til ingenting på få sekunder.
Der står man så
Og fryser lidt.
Så sir man Nå.

Men engang skal også smerten være slut.
Det blir endnu hårdere, end da glæden bristed.
Det er svært at se alt fortsat uafbrudt,
Søge trøst i andres leg med det, man misted.
Det må man så -
Et venligt nik.
Et lille Nå.

Ikke se for langt tilbage eller frem!
Leve, mens man lever, være noet for nogen.
Se hvor lystigt unge par går sammen hjem.
De har glemt det hele - også risikoen.
Hvad skal vi så?
Vi tar et kys!
Ja - gør det! - Nå?!

Sunget af Liva Weel i revyen 'Mars på weekend', som havde premiere i juledagene 1937. Pressen var overstrømmende: 'Det var sublim visekunst - det var en betoningernes virtuositet. Både glæde og sorg, forundring og skuffelse et helt spektrum af følelser' . Efter i nogle år ikke at have levet op til sit allerbedste opnåede Liva Weel igen den totale triumf.

Now

Our life's voyage between bed and board,
Food and love, rest, hatred, and sweet reconciliation
- Should it be depicted in a very short refrain,
It must be done with alternating emphasis.
That's what we do.
What shall we take?
That little Now!

One stood once at the knees of adult men
As a small, leaky, snotty, funny spectacle.
And they said that some was mom and some was bae.
Adults' words were a miraculous oracle.
There one stood
And listened tensely.
Then one said Now!

One glided into the school's sour bench row.
Just gape! Then the teacher passes the knowledge pump
With torture like equations of the third degree.
One got tough skin partly on the soul and partly on the rump.
There one sat
And stared dumbly.
Then one said Now.

School taught that one got children from bee to bee,
But from the staircase we knew it all.
With ignorance's bag-peeping
We were well-versed in those parts early on.
There one stood
And thought one's own thoughts.
Then one said Now.

And then it turned out that it was wonderful:
Two alone people between earth and heaven,
Joy and pain, the clouds' flight in blue and green,
And one glides into each other's abyss - dizzy.
What did one say then
Anxious expectation?
One whispered Now.

But as a mature woman one knows one's worth,
And one looks in the mirror deliberately in the men's gaze.
What they want - what they are for - and all that there.
And one plays one's own game. One doesn't play.
What does one do?
A shrug -
A little Now!

And then it happens one day that his smile turns cold.
He is free, of course. One makes oneself cheerful.
It is broken, that which one walked and believed held.
Everything has become nothing in a few seconds.
There one stands
And freezes a little.
Then you say Now.

But one day the pain will also be over.
It will be even harder than when the joy broke.
It is difficult to see everything continue uninterrupted,
To seek comfort in others' play with that which one has lost.
One must do that then -
A friendly nod.
A little Now.

Don't look too far back or forward!
Live while one lives, be something for someone.
See how merrily young couples walk home together.
They have forgotten it all - even the risk.
What shall we do?
We take a kiss!
Yes - do it! - Now?!

Sung by Liva Weel in the revue 'Mars på weekend', which premiered during the Christmas holidays in 1937. The press was effusive: 'It was sublime singing art - it was a virtuosity of emphasis. Both joy and sorrow, wonder and disappointment a whole spectrum of emotions'. After not living up to her very best for a few years, Liva Weel again achieved total triumph.