Текст и перевод песни Astrid Lindgren feat. Emil I Lönneberga - Hundragubbesjubileet

Hundragubbesjubileet

Hör nu på, govänner, så ska jag för er berätta
Vad en gosse gjorde, det är nu längesen,
Men nog lever minnet kvar i Smålands sköna dalar,
Katthult, Lönneberga, det var den gossens hem.
Hujedamej sånt barn han var,
Ej värre tänkas kan,
Och Emil var det namn han bar,
Ja, Emil hette han.
Sing-dudel-dej sing-dudel-dej
Sing-dudel-dudel-dej,
Sing-dudel-dej sing-dudel-dej
Hu-jeda-jeda-mej
Hör nu på, govänner, så ska jag för er berätta
Vad vår Emil gjorde en dag i sköna maj.
Upp i Katthults flaggstång hissa' han sin lilla syster
Stod sen lungt och såg henne hänga där på svaj.
Hujedamej sånt barn han var,
Fast Ida var rätt nöjd,
Ty ingen annan svävat har
På denna höga höjd.
Nästa hyss han gjorde var när han i grönsakssoppan
Dök på huvet ner och sen satt där stenhårt fast
Uti mor sins soppskål, ty hans öron var för stora,
Så det blev att fara till doktorn det med hast.
Hujedamej sånt barn han var,
Tror inte också ni
Att den som blott en soppskål har
Vill ej ha gossar i?
Hör nu på, govänner, inte kan jag ju berätta
Alla hemska hyss som vår Emil tog sig för.
Men i snickarboden fick han sitta alla dagar,
Tänk på det, små barn, om ni denna visa hör.
Hujedamej sånt barn han var,
I hela Småland fanns
Ej nån så vild som Emil var
Och ingen annan stans.
Sing-dudel-dej sing-dudel-dej
Sing-dudel-dudel-dej,
Sing-dudel-dej sing-dudel-dej,
Hu-jeda-jeda-mej.
Sing-dudel-dej sing-dudel-dej
Sing-dudel-dudel-dej,
Sing-dudel-dej sing-dudel-dej,
Hu-jeda-jeda-mej

The Hundred-Year Jubilee

Listen now, my friends, I'll tell you about a boy
What he did a long time ago in the green hills of Småland
His name was Emil of Lönneberga in the parish of Katthult
Wildest imp that ever lived among the Småland people.
Oh, he was such a naughty child,
The worst you can think of,
And Emil was his name,
Yes, Emil was his name.
Sing-dudel-day sing-dudel-day
Sing-dudel-dudel-day,
Sing-dudel-day sing-dudel-day
Whoa-da-da-da-day
Listen now, my friends, I'll tell you what Emil did
One fine May day, long ago.
He hoisted his little sister up the flagpole in Katthult
And watched her swing there without a single care.
Oh, he was such a naughty child,
Although Ida quite enjoyed it,
Higher than a kite she soared
On that tall, tall pole.
Another day he jumped head first into the soup tureen
And got his ears stuck fast inside
His mother had to call the doctor, for his ears were far too big
And they had to cut him out with a saw.
Oh, he was such a naughty child,
Don't you agree?
Anyone who owns a soup tureen
Doesn't want a boy like that inside.
Listen now, my friends, I can't tell you all the tricks
That Emil played throughout his days.
But in the woodshed he was kept, all day long,
Remember that, my children, when you hear this song.
Oh, he was such a naughty child,
Throughout the Småland countryside
There wasn't one as wild as Emil,
Not even close.
Sing-dudel-day sing-dudel-day
Sing-dudel-dudel-day,
Sing-dudel-day sing-dudel-day,
Whoa-da-da-da-day.
Sing-dudel-day sing-dudel-day
Sing-dudel-dudel-day,
Sing-dudel-day sing-dudel-day,
Whoa-da-da-da-day