Paroles et traduction Ole Ivars - Kalle Med Fela

Kalle Med Fela

På en benk i den gamle folkeparken sitter Kalle med sin fiolin
Kveldssolen varmer og han er lørdagsfin
Og han spiller en vals fra gamle dager ifra den gang han spilte til dans
Han minnes både latter og gråt sommernetter da fela låt

Når det er sommer og lørdagskveld så sitter Kalle der
I parken der han spilte somn ung da han var poppulær
Fela låt gjennom busk og kratt og en gang han lykken fant
Det var her i hans vakreste natt han et jentehjerte vant

Aldri mer blir det dans i folkeparken,
Den er gjenngrodd av busker og trær
Men hver en lørdag så sitter Kalle der
Og han spiller den valsen som han elsket
Den har blitt han evig kjær
Og han minnes både latter og gråt
Sommernetter da fela låt

Når det er sommer og lørdagskveld så sitter Kalle der
I parken der han spilte somn ung da han var poppulær
Fela låt gjennom busk og kratt og en gang han lykken fant
Det var her i hans vakreste natt han et jentehjerte vant

Kalle han tar seg en slurk av ei lerke
Lørdag i parken, ja da er det fest
Mye gikk galt og for mye på tverke
Det fine og gode det husker han best

Når det er sommer og lørdagskveld så sitter Kalle der
I parken der han spilte somn ung da han var poppulær
Fela låt gjennom busk og kratt og en gang han lykken fant
Det var her i hans vakreste natt han et jentehjerte vant

Kalle With the Fiddle

On a bench in the old city park sits Kalle with his fiddle
The evening sun is warm and he is dressed up for Saturday
And he plays a waltz from days of old when he played for dances
He remembers both laughter and tears, summer nights when the fiddle played

When it's summer and Saturday night, Kalle sits there
In the park where he played as a youth when he was popular
The fiddle played through the bushes and thickets, and once he found happiness
It was here on his most beautiful night that he won a maiden's heart

There will never be dancing in the city park again,
It is overgrown with bushes and trees
But every Saturday, there sits Kalle
And he plays the waltz that he loved
It has become his eternal love
And he remembers both laughter and tears
Summer nights when the fiddle played

When it's summer and Saturday night, Kalle sits there
In the park where he played as a youth when he was popular
The fiddle played through the bushes and thickets, and once he found happiness
It was here on his most beautiful night that he won a maiden's heart

Kalle takes a sip from a clay cup
Saturday in the park, now that's a party
Much went wrong and too much went awry
He remembers the good and the beautiful best

When it's summer and Saturday night, Kalle sits there
In the park where he played as a youth when he was popular
The fiddle played through the bushes and thickets, and once he found happiness
It was here on his most beautiful night that he won a maiden's heart