Текст и перевод песни Sebastian - Den Gamles Drøm

Den Gamles Drøm

Fra nord der går så stærk en vind, bø
Lgerne slår kraftigt ind, ved molen
Han står og tygger på en skrå, hat og frakke sort og grå, den gamle

Som ingen andre helt forstår,
Selvom man har prøvet I tyve år at vende hans blik ind mod land
Han ser de fleste fugle vende her, han river sig I skægget og han ler...
Var jeg ligesom dig og ku' jeg brede vinger ud så fløj jeg min vej
For altting er helt forandret her!

De danske mænd drog viden om, for at finde magt og rigdom, på eventyr
Og Røde Erik, Knud og Gorm de trodsede mangen viltre storm, den gamle
Som sidder I mastens øverste top, der hvor ingen andre før kom op
Og spejder mod fremmed land.
Han ser de fleste fugle vende her, han river sig I skægget og han ler...
Var jeg ligesom dig og ku' jeg brede vinger ud så fløj jeg min vej
For altting er helt forandret her!

En nat drog han sin sidste blund,
Var væk den næste morgenstund, fra molen
Turister kom og spurgte om, hvad der dog var sket med ham den gamle
Som havde bygget sig en lille båd af
Brædder og af fisker tråd og sejler på åbent hav
Han ser de fleste fugle vende her, han river sig I skægget og han ler...
Var jeg ligesom dig og ku' jeg brede vinger ud så fløj jeg min vej
For altting er helt forandret her!

The Old Man's Dream

From the north there comes such a strong wind, my
The waves crash violently against the pier
He stands and chews on a quid, hat and coat black and gray, the old man

Who understands like no other
Even though one has tried for twenty years to turn his gaze towards the land
He sees the majority of the birds return here, he scratches at his beard and laughs...
If I were like you and could spread my wings, then I'd fly my way
Because everything is completely different here!

The Danish men traveled far and wide, to find power and riches, on adventures
And Red Erik, Knud, and Gorm, they braved many a fierce storm, the old man
Sitting in the highest top of the mast, where no other has climbed up before
And peers at the foreign land
He sees the majority of the birds return here, he scratches at his beard and laughs...
If I were like you and could spread my wings, then I'd fly my way
Because everything is completely different here!

One night he drew his last breath
Was gone the next morning, from the pier
Tourists came and asked, what had happened to the old man
Who had built a small boat for himself, from
Planks and fishing wire, and was sailing on the open sea
He sees the majority of the birds return here, he scratches at his beard and laughs...
If I were like you and could spread my wings, then I'd fly my way
Because everything is completely different here!