Текст и перевод песни Tønes - Kjykkenbordet

Kjykkenbordet

Kjykkenbordet konne sikkert fortelt om tåre og snått
Og mat så ikkje smakte så fryktelig godt.
Gap opp!, sa eg. Lige ikkje!? Dar e'ikkje noge så hette eg ikkje lige!
Du må eda, du må eda ellers bli du sjuge!
Her kjeme flyet bzzzz. Nå kjeme båten,dunk dunk... Gap opp!
Kjykkenbordet huske sikkert smatting og slorping og raping
Og flekka på duken så aldri gjenge vekk.
Og det huske sikkert Pappa då dugen hekta seg i beltespenno,
Han reiste seg og drog det med seg det havna i en hau på gålvet.

Ja, kjykenbordet konne sikkert fortelt i timevis,
Men et står bare der å holde kjeft!
Det håbe at nogen snart ska strama de dinglete beinan.
Og mange gonge he det hørt Pappa heva stemmen sin og sei:
De må ikkje bare dra, de må løfta! Ska de ødelegga det bordet?
De måkje bare dra, de må løfta!
Ser de ikkje at det helde på å rasa ihoba?

Kjykkenbordet konne sikkert fortelt om melkeglass så velta,
Om skorpe så blei ligganes igjen.
Om nase så lokte på gammalt pålegg om heimabakt brød kont va kjøpt.
Ja,kjykkenbordet konne sikkert fortelt i timevis,
Men det står bare der å tie.

Ja det står bare der å skrangle for skruene te beinan e lause.
Kjykkenbordet, svaie når heile familien ede på likt.
Beinane sko våre stramde men det e sånne ting me gjør ei anna gong.
Finnekje skrujernet vetkje kor det ligge eigong.
Så kan me sidda stille å eda og ikkje snakka meir om det.
Så kan kjykken bordet svaia sånn, ferdig med det!

Kitchen Table

The kitchen table could tell tales of tears and snot
And meals that didn't taste so very well.
Open up, I said, don't you dare!? There is no such thing as I don't like it!
You must eat, you must eat or else you'll get sick!
Here comes the airplane, bzzz. Now comes the boat, dunk dunk... Open up!
The kitchen table remembers the smacking and slurping and burping
And the stains on the tablecloth that never went away.
And it remembers when Dad's belt buckle got caught in the tablecloth,
He stood up and pulled it with him and it ended up in a heap on the floor.

Yes, the kitchen table could tell tales for hours,
But it just stands there and keeps its mouth shut!
It hopes someone will tighten those wobbly legs soon.
And many a time it has heard Dad raise his voice and say:
You can't just drag it, you have to lift it! Are you trying to wreck the table?
You can't just drag it, you have to lift it!
Can't you see that it's falling to pieces?

The kitchen table could tell tales of milk glasses that tipped over,
Of crusts that were left behind.
Of noses that sniffed at stale cold cuts and homemade bread that had to be bought.
Yes, the kitchen table could tell tales for hours,
But it just stands there and doesn't say a word.

Yes it just stands there and rattles because the screws holding the legs are loose.
The kitchen table sways when the whole family eats together.
The legs should be tightened but it's one of those things we'll do another time.
Can't find the screwdriver, don't know where it is right now.
So we can sit still and eat and not talk about it anymore.
So the kitchen table can sway like that, that's the end of it!