Текст и перевод песни Bodil Kjer - Musens Sang

Musens Sang

En enlig lille muse har det svære' end man tror,
Man befinder sig skidt mellem himmel og jord.
Man slider og man slæber, men hvad skal man stille op
Med sit gode humør og sin medbragte krop.
Man var så oplagt til alt, da man kom,
Men det er der ing'n, der bekymrer sig om.
En muses liv og levned, det betyder ikke spor.
Man er bare et fnug mellem himmel og jord.

En muse er en pligtopfyld'ne lille meteor,
Hun er altid på fart mellem himmel og jord.
Hun kommer, når der kaldes, og hun ofrer hvad hun kan,
Om det så er sig selv, for at frelse en mand.
Ak, men hvad harman så ud af sit job,
Kun vrøvl og spektakler, og så skal man op.
De småting, man har ordnet, nævnes ikke med et ord.
Man har kun gjort sin pligt mellem himmel og jord.

Der' mænd nok her i verden, en er lille, en er stor,
Og de lover en alt mellem himmel og jord.
Men manden, ham den rigti'e, der får pulsen til at slå,
Det er ham som, man ved, at man aldrig kan få.
Jordiske piger til alteret går,
Den chance er der ingen muse, der får.
Så muser de må hell're blive hjemme, hvor de bor.
De får hjerterne knust mellem himmel og jord.

The Song of the Mouse

A lonely little mouse has it harder than you think,
One finds oneself poorly between heaven and earth.
One toils and one trudges, but what is one to do
With one's good humor and one's own body.
One was so ready for everything, when one came,
But there's nobody who cares about that.
The life and doings of a mouse, they don't matter a bit.
One is just a speck between heaven and earth.

A mouse is a dutiful little meteor,
She is always on the go between heaven and earth.
She comes when she is called, and she sacrifices what she can,
Even if it is herself, to save a man.
Oh, but what does one have out of one's job,
Only fuss and trouble, and then one must get up.
The little things one has fixed, are not mentioned with a word.
One has only done one's duty between heaven and earth.

There are men enough here in the world, one is small, one is big,
And they promise one everything between heaven and earth.
But the man, the right one, who makes one's pulse beat,
That's the one one knows one can never have.
Earthly girls go to the altar,
No mouse gets that chance.
So mice had better stay home where they live.
They get their hearts broken between heaven and earth.