Текст и перевод песни Pede B - Onsdag Formiddag

Onsdag Formiddag

Jeg stod en søvnig onsdag og gabte
Jeg stod en søvnig onsdag og gabte
Elefant
Historien jeg fortæller nu, den virker usandsynlig
Men ikke desto mindre er den sand
For hvis jeg bare fandt på den ville den være ligegyldig
Så tro på jeg mener det såmænd
For det var dengang jeg døjede med et halvkedeligt job
I Fona på Strøget hvor jeg satte cd'er op
Jeg skal ik' spille smart, jobbet havde fordele
Men når man er ung og dum er det så let at overse det
Så jeg stod en søvnig onsdag og gabte
Da en lille ældre mand kom ind
Han kigged' rundt som han ikke vidste hvor han skulle starte
For at finde det han ville finde
Så da han fik øje på mig, ja der gik han med bestemte skridt
Hen imod manden han regnede med kunne hjælpe lidt
Og vi var vant til folk der ik' ku' finde ud af noget
Og blev sure når ting var udsolgt eller udgået
Så jeg tog et servicesmil på læberne
Og spurgte den lille mand om der var noget jeg ku' hjælpe med
Og som sædvanlig efterspurgte han det underligste
Og ville ha' fingrene I en færøsk vuggevise
Men han ku' ik' huske hvad den hed eller på hvilken plade
Så jeg søgte lidt på pc'en selvom jeg ikke gad
Og konkluderede hurtigt I mit stille sind

Jeg ik' ku hjælpe og måtte prøve at få ham til at skride igen
Jeg stod en søvnig onsdag og gabte
Da en lille ældre mand kom ind
Han kigged' rundt som han ikke vidste hvor han skulle starte
For at finde det han ville finde
Jeg stod en søvnig onsdag og gabte
Da en lille ældre mand kom ind
Han kigged' rundt som han ikke vidste hvor han skulle starte
For at finde det han ville finde
Som tidligere nævnt var den lille mand på udkig
Efter noget umuligt, og jeg var cirka to skridt
Fra at sige til ham at den plade desværre
Sgu nok ikke var noget som vi havde på lager
Men han forklarede at han havde prøvet I virkelig mange butikker
Og vidste det her sted det var hans sidste chance
Næste der skete vil jeg næsten ik' dele
Fordi I tænker jeg er blæst og forestillet mig det hele
Pludselig begyndte han at klynke helt stille
For I baggrunden begyndte sangen han søgte at spille
En dansk sangerinde havde åbenbart engang
Lavet en coverversion af den eksakte sang
Vi havde et gammeldags anlæg med 10 cd'er
Jeg aner ikke hvordan den endte præcis lige der
Han fældede en tåre imens han sagde til mig
Hans kone skulle begraves, et par dage senere
En af de sidste ting hun havde forklaret
Var at de skulle høre den sang, når hun blev begravet
Og vidste ik' hvad jeg sku' sige, tog cd'en ud
Og ingen I butikken kunne huske hvem der havde sat den I
Fandt tre eksemplarer af det album frem
Han tørrede tårerne bort imens han takkede mig 70 gange
Og gik derfra mens jeg rystede på hovedet
Der var så mange ting jeg slet ikke følte jeg forstod
For hvor'n fuck ku' det nummer netop blive afspillet
Det øjeblik hvor jeg var ved at sende ham hjem tomhændet
Det eneste der giver lidt mening I vanviddet
Er at vi må have fået lidt hjælp, fra den anden side
Jeg' ik' religiøs I traditionel forstand
Jeg tror kun på at vi skal elske og hjælpe hinanden
Og det' uanset hvilken form for mellemmand
Vi skal snakke med før vi skal videre til det næste land
Jeg stod en søvnig onsdag og gabte
Da en lille ældre mand kom ind
Han kigged' rundt som han ikke vidste hvor han skulle starte
For at finde det han ville finde
Jeg stod en søvnig onsdag og gabte
Da en lille ældre mand kom ind
Han kigged' rundt som han ikke vidste hvor han skulle starte
For at finde det han ville finde
Jeg stod en søvnig onsdag og gabte
Jeg stod en søvnig onsdag og gabte

Wednesday Morning

I was standing, yawning one sleepy Wednesday
I was standing, yawning one sleepy Wednesday
Elephant
The story I'm about to tell you, it seems improbable
But nevertheless, it's true
Because if I just made it up it would be irrelevant
So trust me, I mean it
Because back then I was stuck with a semi-boring job
In Fona on Strøget where I was putting up CDs
I'm not gonna play smart, the job had its perks
But when you're young and stupid it's so easy to overlook that
So I was standing, yawning one sleepy Wednesday
When a small elderly man walked in
He looked around like he didn't know where to begin
To find what he was looking for
So when he saw me, yeah, he went with determined steps
Towards the man he figured could help him a bit
And we were used to people who couldn't figure anything out
And got angry when things were sold out or discontinued
So I put a service smile on my lips
And asked the little man if there was anything I could help with
And as usual he asked for the strangest thing
And wanted to get his hands on a Faroese lullaby
But he couldn't remember what it was called or on what record
So I searched a bit on the PC even though I didn't feel like it
And quickly concluded in my quiet mind

I couldn't help and had to try to get him to leave again
I was standing, yawning one sleepy Wednesday
When a small elderly man walked in
He looked around like he didn't know where to begin
To find what he was looking for
I was standing, yawning one sleepy Wednesday
When a small elderly man walked in
He looked around like he didn't know where to begin
To find what he was looking for
As mentioned earlier, the little man was looking
For something impossible, and I was about two steps
From telling him that that record unfortunately
Probably wasn't something we had in stock
But he explained that he had tried in many stores
And knew this place was his last chance
What happened next, I'll almost not share
Because you'll think I'm crazy and imagined it all
Suddenly he began to whimper very quietly
Because in the background the song he was looking for started to play
A Danish singer had apparently once
Made a cover version of the exact song
We had an old-fashioned stereo system with 10 CDs
I have no idea how it ended up right there
He shed a tear as he told me
His wife was to be buried a couple of days later
One of the last things she had explained
Was that they should play that song when she was buried
And I didn't know what to say, took the CD out
And no one in the store could remember who had put it in
Found three copies of the album
He wiped away the tears as he thanked me 70 times
And walked away while I shook my head
There were so many things I didn't feel like I understood
Because how the fuck could that song be played
The moment I was about to send him home empty-handed
The only thing that makes sense in this madness
Is that we must have gotten some help from the other side
I'm not religious in the traditional sense
I only believe that we should love and help each other
And that's regardless of what kind of middleman
We have to talk to before we move on to the next land
I was standing, yawning one sleepy Wednesday
When a small elderly man walked in
He looked around like he didn't know where to begin
To find what he was looking for
I was standing, yawning one sleepy Wednesday
When a small elderly man walked in
He looked around like he didn't know where to begin
To find what he was looking for
I was standing, yawning one sleepy Wednesday
I was standing, yawning one sleepy Wednesday