Текст и перевод песни Bjørn Eidsvåg - Parkert

Parkert

Han kom rundt svingen i en farlige fart.
Han hadde ray-bands, og clark gable bart.
Ingen hjelm, bare en bowler-hatt.
Han va en kritisk kule katt.

Kvær ei jenta gikk totalt i spinn.
Og der stod eg med akk-gitaren min.
Han kom sjølsagt på ein Harley.
Han het Kalle, men kalte seg Charlie.

Det va dagen eg blei heilt parkert. Ikkje ei var lenger imponert.
Øver sarte, såre viser. Spilt av en tenåring med kviser.
Kall han Charlie, eller kall han Kalle. Han råsjarmerte absolutt alle.
Ingen dame va'kje mo, ingen mann lot vær å glo.
Eg hadde hatt mi tid, visebølgo va forbi.

Brillene mine va'kje lagd av en poseur.
Mor vant de på basar på Betel året før.
Ray-Ban-mannen sa: "Kule shades."
Ironien va død'lig, eg sku ønska han fekk aids.

Han spilte sjølsagt i rockeband.
Han digga Hendrix, ikkje Donovan.
Russeprinsessa blei også hans.
Han dansa aldri, han spilte til dans.

Det va dagen eg blei heilt parkert. Ikkje ei var lenger imponert.
Øver sarte, såre viser. Spilt av en tenåring med kviser.
Kall han Charlie, eller kall han Kalle. Han råsjarmerte absolutt alle.
Ingen dame va'kje mo, ingen mann lot vær å glo.
Eg hadde hatt mi tid, visebølgo va forbi.

Kalle fekk damer og ungar i fleng.
Eg blei stjerna i ein bedehusgjeng.
Dei likte følelsar og store ord.
Kalle drog damer, og eg dreiv kor.

Eg gifta meg tidlig med hu som va igjen.
Og skreiv viser om motlause, mislykka menn.
Kalle blei voksen og roa seg ner.
Kjøre Volvo no, og går i vanlige kler.

Panikken tok meg, eg kjøpte Charlie sin Harley.
Kåno blei lei og stakk av med Charlie.
Han levde hardt, fekk til slutt nok.
No spill han Donovan, og e lei av rock.
Eg cruise rondt som en tafatt sjel.
På ein blankpolert Harley, med Ray-Bans, og hjelm.

Det va dagen eg blei heilt parkert. Ikkje ei var lenger imponert.
Øver sarte, såre viser. Spilt av en tenåring med kviser.
Kall han Charlie, eller kall han Kalle. Han råsjarmerte absolutt alle.
Ingen dame va'kje mo, ingen mann lot vær å glo.
Eg hadde hatt mi tid, visebølgo va forbi.

Parked

He came around the corner at a dangerous speed.
He had Ray-Bans and a Clark Gable mustache.
No helmet, just a bowler hat.
He was one cool cat.

Every girl went totally crazy.
And there I stood with my acoustic guitar.
He came, of course, on a Harley.
His name was Kalle, but he called himself Charlie.

That was the day I was completely parked. Not a single one was impressed anymore.
Over sensitive, sorrowful songs. Played by a teenager with pimples.
Call him Charlie, or call him Kalle. He charmed absolutely everyone.
No lady wasn't weak in the knees, no man didn't stare.
I had had my time, the folk music wave was over.

My glasses weren't made by a poser.
Mom won them at a bazaar at Bethel the year before.
The Ray-Ban man said: "Cool shades."
The irony was deadly, I wish he got AIDS.

He played in a rock band, of course.
He dug Hendrix, not Donovan.
The prom queen became his too.
He never danced, he played for dancing.

That was the day I was completely parked. Not a single one was impressed anymore.
Over sensitive, sorrowful songs. Played by a teenager with pimples.
Call him Charlie, or call him Kalle. He charmed absolutely everyone.
No lady wasn't weak in the knees, no man didn't stare.
I had had my time, the folk music wave was over.

Kalle got ladies and children galore.
I became the star of a prayer house group.
They liked feelings and big words.
Kalle pulled ladies, and I ran a choir.

I married early to the one who was left.
And wrote songs about cowardly, failed men.
Kalle grew up and calmed down.
Drives a Volvo now, and wears normal clothes.

Panic took me, I bought Charlie's Harley.
My wife got tired and ran off with Charlie.
He lived hard, finally had enough.
Now he plays Donovan, and is tired of rock.
I cruise around like a clumsy soul.
On a polished Harley, with Ray-Bans, and a helmet.

That was the day I was completely parked. Not a single one was impressed anymore.
Over sensitive, sorrowful songs. Played by a teenager with pimples.
Call him Charlie, or call him Kalle. He charmed absolutely everyone.
No lady wasn't weak in the knees, no man didn't stare.
I had had my time, the folk music wave was over.