Paroles et traduction Raquel Rastenni - Heksedansen

Heksedansen

Se her kommer mutter med kost og spand,
Med skrubbe og klude og sbevand,
Nu bli'r der en plasken, en sjasken og trren,
For pske og pinse og jul str for dren.
Hun gnider panelet med vaskeskind,
Med rumpen i vejret og knene ind,
For den, som vil ligge lidt foran sin nste,
M styrte omkring som en hvirvelvind.
For tiden er s kort, og det ku' hnde,
Hun kom for sent, for sent til livets ende.

Nr klokken er seks p familiens ur,
Begynder hun forfra p samme tur,
S bli'r der en plasken, en sjasken og trren,
For pske og pinse og jul str for dren.
Hun maste i gr til hun nsten drat,
Og straks det er mor'n ta'r hun atter fat,
For katten har listet med snavsede poter
P tppet p gulvet i stuen i nat.
For tiden er s kort, og det ku' hnde,
Hun kom for sent, for sent til livets ende.

Og dagen den gr i en heksedans,
Med skrubben og gnubben og mbelglans,
Og vasken og plasken, og sjasken og trren,
For pske og pinse og jul str for dren.
Hun suser fra loftet til klderen,
Hun maser, men nr ingen vegne hen,
For nr hun er frdig, s ta'r hun det forfra,
Og forfra og forfra og om igen.
For tiden er s kort, og det ku' hnde,
Hun kom for sent, for sent til livets ende.

Og mutter forsmmer sin lille mand,
Til fordel for sbe og kost og spand,
Han mdes med plasken og sjasken og trren,
For pske og pinse og jul str for dren.
Han standser og ved, hvad det er hun vil,
Tag skoene af &endash; ikke grisse til,
S rydder hun bordet for piber og bger,
Og ungernes klodser og ludospil.
For tiden er s kort., og det ku' hnde,
Hun kom for sent, for sent til livets ende.

Ja, mutter hun vasker og skrubber og skur,
Og under sig aldrig en middagslur,
Men tiden skal bruges til plasken og trren,
For pske og pinse og jul str for dren,
Og gulvskrubben gr i en evig ring,
Den vimser omkring efter ingenting,
S hvis hun nr frem til sin egen begravelse,
Ville man syn's det var store ting.
For tiden er s kort., og det ku' hnde,
Hun kom for sent, for sent til livets ende.

The Witch's Dance

Behold, your mother, with bucket and cloth,
With scrubbing and rubbing and sbehand,
Now there'll be a splashing, a splashing and trren,
For Easter and Pentecost and Christmas are for the children.
She scrubs the panel with a washcloth,
With her rump in the air and her knees tucked in,
For the one who wants to be a little ahead of her next,
Must rush around like a whirlwind.
For time is so short, and it could happen,
She came too late, too late for the end of life.

When the clock strikes six on the family clock,
She starts over on the same tour,
So there'll be a splashing, a splashing and trren,
For Easter and Pentecost and Christmas are for the children.
She massages the floor until she almost drops,
And immediately it's morning she takes up again,
For the cat has lurked with dirty paws
On the rug on the floor in the living room at night.
For time is so short, and it could happen,
She came too late, too late for the end of life.

And the day goes by in a witch's dance,
With scrubbing and rubbing and furniture polish,
And washing and splashing, and splashing and trren,
For Easter and Pentecost and Christmas are for the children.
She rushes from the attic to the basement,
She massages, but gets nowhere,
For when she's finished, she starts over,
And over and over and over again.
For time is so short, and it could happen,
She came too late, too late for the end of life.

And mother neglects her little man,
In favor of soap and bucket and cloth,
He meets with the splashing and splashing and trren,
For Easter and Pentecost and Christmas are for the children.
He stops and knows what she wants,
Take off your shoes - don't mess it up,
So she clears the table of pipes and books,
And the children's blocks and ludo game.
For time is so short., and it could happen,
She came too late, too late for the end of life.

Yes, mother she washes and scrubs and scours,
And never a midday nap under her,
But the time is to be used for splashing and trren,
For Easter and Pentecost and Christmas are for the children,
And the floor scrubbing goes on in an eternal ring,
It fusses about after nothing,
So if she gets to her own funeral,
One would think it was a big deal.
For time is so short., and it could happen,
She came too late, too late for the end of life.