Текст и перевод песни Evert Taube - Calle Schewens vals (Live)

Calle Schewens vals (Live)

I Roslagens famn p den blommande,
Dr vgorna klucka mot strand
Och vassarna vagga och nyslaget h
Det doftar emot oss ibland,
Dr sitter jag uti bersn p en bnk
Och tittar p trnor och ms,
Som strta mot fjrden i glitter och stnk
P jakt efter fdan, guns.
Sjlv blandar jag fredligt mitt kaffe med kron
Till angenm styrka och smak
Och lyssnar till dragspelets lockande ton,
Som hrs frn mitt stugogemak.
Jag r som en pojke, fast farfar jag r,
Ja rospiggen spritter i mig!
Det blir bara vrre med ren det dr
Med dans och med jntornas blig.
Se, msen med ljan i nbb, han fick sitt!
Men jag fick en arm om min hals!
O, eviga ungdom, mitt hjrta r ditt,
Spel opp, jag vill dansa en vals.
Det doftar, det sjunger frn skog och frn sj,
I natt ska du vara min gst!
Hr dansar Calle Schewen med Roslagens m
Och solen gr ned i nordvst.
D vilar min blommandevid min barm,
Du dunkelbl, vindstilla fjrd
Och juninattsskymningen smyger sig varm
Till sovande buskar och trd.
Min lva, du dansar s lyssnande tyst
Och tnker, att karlar r troll.
Den sklver, din barnsliga hand, som jag kysst,
Och valsen frklingar i moll.
Men hej, alla vnner, som gsta min!
Jag r bde nykter och klok!
Nr morgonen gryr, ska jag vlma mitt h
Och vittja tvhundrade krok.
Frdme dig skymning, och drag nu din kos!
Det brinner i martallens topp!
Hr dansar Calle Schewen med Roslagens ros
Han dansar till solen gr opp!

Calle Schewen's Waltz (Live)

In Roslagen's embrace, where flowers bloom,
Waves gently lap against the shore
And reeds sway, freshly cut hay's perfume
Sometimes wafts past us once more,
I sit on a bench in the berry patch,
Watching the terns and the gulls,
As they soar towards the fjord with a splash and a catch,
Hunting for sustenance, their hunger compels.
Meanwhile, I peacefully mix my coffee with krona,
To a pleasant strength and taste,
And listen to the accordion's inviting tone,
That drifts from my cozy cottage space.
I'm like a young boy, though a grandfather I am,
Yes, the rospigg still excites in me!
It only gets worse with age, this damn
Desire for dancing and girls' company.
Look, the gull with the pike in his beak, he got his prize!
But I got an arm around my neck!
Oh, eternal youth, my heart is yours,
Play on, I want to dance a waltz.
Fragrance and song from forest and sea,
Tonight, you'll be my guest!
Here Calle Schewen dances with Roslagen's maiden,
And the sun sets in the northwest.
Then my flower rests upon my breast,
You dark blue, windless fjord,
And the June night's twilight creeps warm and blessed
To sleeping bushes and trees abroad.
My love, you dance so silently,
And think that men are all trolls.
Your childlike hand, which I've kissed, trembles slightly,
And the waltz echoes in minor falls.
But hey, all my friends who visit my land,
I am both sober and wise!
When morning dawns, I'll warm my hand,
And check two hundred fishing hooks, my prize.
Farewell, twilight, now go your way!
A fire burns on the pine tree's top!
Here Calle Schewen dances with Roslagen's rose,
He dances until the sun comes up!