Текст и перевод песни Rasmus Nøhr - Ibens Klit

Ibens Klit

Iben havde været sømand
Og datter af tisvildes købmand
Og hun var vild med bold
Og med at fiske månen

Vil du se min barndoms klitter
Jeg sagde ja og tænkte mit og
Så tog vi af sted
Med picnickurv og termoflaske
Og røg så vi ku ofre aske
Når vi nåde frem

Men intet var som hun ku huske
Klitterne var fyldt med huse
Og hendes barndoms kælkebakke
Var hegnet ind af kvædekratte
Og fanme nej nu går vi op
Og kigger ud fra bakkens top
Der sad vi så og så på sjælland
Til bakkens ejer smed os væk mand
Hvor blev jeg vred hun blev ked vi tog hjem og det var det

Iben blev vist atter sejler
Traf en surfer der blev bejler
Måske har de en klit
Hvor de kan fiske månen

Jeg tænker tit på ibens klit
Hvor man kan fiske månen

Ibens Klit

Iben was a sailor
And daughter of Tisvilde's merchant
And she loved to play ball
And to fish the moon

Would you like to see the dune of my childhood
I said yes and thought my own thoughts
And so we set off
With a picnic basket and a thermos
And smoked so we could offer the ashes
When we arrived

But nothing was as she remembered
The dune was filled with houses
And the sledding hill of her childhood
Was fenced in by hawthorn bushes
And damn it no now we're going up
And look out from the top of the hill
There we sat and looked at Zealand
Until the owner of the hill threw us away man
How angry I got she got upset we went home and that was it

Iben probably became a sailor again
Met a surfer who became a suitor
Maybe they have a dune
Where they can fish the moon

I often think of Iben's dune
Where you can fish the moon