Текст и перевод песни Anne Dorte Michelsen - Spurven Sidder Stumt Bag Kvist

Spurven Sidder Stumt Bag Kvist

Spurven sidder stum bag kvist;
Såmænd, om ej det fyger
Kålgårdspilen piber trist
For nordenblæstens byger
Lul-lul! rokken går
Støt i moders stue,
Og jo mere vinden slår,
Des mer får arnen lue.

Far har røgtet kvæget ind
Med halmen tættet karmen,
Gnedet grisens blanke skind
At den må holde varmen
Lul-lul! rokken går
Far mod stuen stiler,
Mor en bugt på tråden slår
Ser op på far og smiler.

Mor kan næppe se sit spind
Og næppe tråden mage;
Hej, da bæres lyset ind
Og stilles i sin stage.
Lul-lul! rokken går
Tenens rappe vinge
Over fyrrebjælken sår
En skok af skyggeringe.

Far ta'r ned så tung en bog
Med Gud han hvisker sammen,
Famler lidt ved spændets krog
Og lukker med et: Amen!
Lul-lul! rokken går
Ensomheden synger,
Mulmet tæt om taget står
Og sneen går i dynger.

Her ved moders gamle rok
Hun lærte mig at stave.
Synge om "den hvide flok"
Og "al hans nådegave"
Lul-lul! rokken står!
Med dens nyn og sange
Vemodsfuldt mod hjertet går,
Når kvældene bli'r lange.

The Sparrow Sits Silently Behind the Twig

The sparrow sits silently behind the twig;
Pray, if it doesn't snow
The cabbage tree wails sadly
From the showers of the north wind
Lul-lul! the spinning wheel goes
Constantly in mother's room
And the more the wind blows
The merrier the hearth glows.

Father has taken care of the cattle
With straw he has sealed the house
He has rubbed the pig's shiny skin
So that it may keep warm
Lul-lul! the spinning wheel goes
Father approaches the room
Mother winds a skein of thread
Looks up at father and smiles.

Mother can hardly see her spinning
And hardly keep up with the thread
Hey, then the light is carried in
And placed in its candlestick.
Lul-lul! the spinning wheel goes
The shuttle's swift wing
Above the rafters
A group of shadow rings.

Father takes down such a heavy book
With God he whispers together
Fumbles a little at the clasp's hook
And closes it with an: Amen!
Lul-lul! the spinning wheel goes
Loneliness sings,
The darkness is thick around the roof
And the snow gathers in heaps.

Here by mother's old spinning wheel
She taught me to spell.
Sing about "the white flock"
And "all his grace"
Lul-lul! the spinning wheel stops!
With its hum and song
Melancholically it goes to my heart,
When evenings become long.