Paroles et traduction Ove Sprogøe & Poul Bundgaard - Drikkevise

Drikkevise

Broder skænk i, vinen gør fri
Sætter flugt i tanken, og giver hjertebanken
Løft din pokal, se en portal
Åbnes for dit blik, af den ædle drik

Over tidens store vand
Fra vores ungdoms lyse land
Bringer vinen minderne tilbaaage

Når den gamle ædle vin,
Funkler rød som en rubin
Bag glassets lette bue,

Når du frydes ved dens duft
Glemmer hjertet alt fornuft
Og svulmer som en drue

Gemt i glasset bor en kraft
Hver en modgang du har haft
Kan vinen let forjage

Lad os drømme os igen,
Til de tider der svandt hen
En skål for gamle dage.

Lystige ven, skænk nu igen
Blæsende forstanden, fyld kun op til randen

Var du forstemt, nu er det glemt
Vinens trylleri gør dig ung fordi
Over dagligdagens hård
Hvor vor skæbne gik i stå
Bringer vinen minderne tilbage

Når den gamle ædle vin,
Funkler rød som en rubin
Bag glasets lette bue

Når du frydes ved dens duft
Glemmer hjertet alt fornuft
Og svulmer som en drue

Gemt i glasset bor en kraft
Hver en modgang du har haft
Kan vinen let forjage

Lad os drømme os igen,
Til de tider der svandt hen
En skål for gamle dage.
En skål for gamle daaaaaage.

Drinking Song

Brother, fill up, wine sets free
Gives wings to thought, makes heart beat speedily
Raise your goblet, see a portal
Opens for your sight, of the noble drink

Over the vast expanse of time
From our youth's bright land
Wine brings back the memories

When the old, noble wine,
Sparkles red as a ruby
Behind the glass's gentle curve,

When you delight in its aroma
Your heart forgets all reason
And swells like a grape

In the glass a power is stored
Every adversity you have endured
Wine can easily chase away

Let us dream again,
To the times that have faded
A toast to days of old.

Merry friend, pour me one more round
Away with reason, fill up to the brim

If you were sad, now you've forgotten
Wine's magic makes you feel young
Over the daily grind
Where our destiny stood still
Wine brings back the memories

When the old, noble wine,
Sparkles red as a ruby
Behind the glass's gentle curve

When you delight in its aroma
Your heart forgets all reason
And swells like a grape

In the glass a power is stored
Every adversity you have endured
Wine can easily chase away

Let us dream again,
To the times that have faded
A toast to days of old.
A toast to days of olllllllld.