A keresés eredménye

Goldiefluff

There was a chicken whose name was Goldiefluff
She was going out for a walk
The sun was glowing and the grass was attracting
and the whole world was so very happy
There was a hole in the net of the chicken coop
Through there she tip-toed on easy feet
Little Goldiefluff with soft silkfluff
and all the hens said ka-ka-ka ka
 
When Goldiefluff had come a bit on her way
she crossed paths with a black, old cat
But Goldiefluff didn't think he was dangerous
so she didn't get scared at all
But the cat immediately licked his nose
he probably planned to smash Goldiefluff into a pulp
Little Goldiefluff with soft silkfluff
and all the hens said ka-ka-ka ka
 
That's when Goldiefluff heard someone bark
and in rushed a big dog
That's when the cat decided it was best to take its leave
and he vanished after only half a second
'Thank you, dear dog', said the little chicken
'You saved me, you can be my friend'
said Goldiefluff with soft silkfluff
and all the hens said ka-ka-ka ka
 
Translated by: Jordskalv

The Billy Goats

The little billy goat
Patters over the troll's bridge
'Now, I'm going to take you!', said the troll
How does the goat respond?
'No, no, no, don't take me
Take the one who is after me
Take the bigger goat
Big and fat and thick'
 
The bigger billy goat
Tramps over the troll's bridge
'Now, I'm going to take you!', said the troll
How does the goat respond?
'No, no, no, don't take me
Take the the one who is after me
Take the biggest goat
Big and fat and thick'
 
The biggest billy goat
Stomps over the troll's bridge
'Now, I'm going to take you!', said the troll
How does the goat respond?
'I'm not afraid of you!
Just come up to me'
Said the biggest billy goat
Big and fat and thick
 
The biggest billy goat
Butted the troll down into the river
And all of the billy goats
Walk safely across the bridge
Now this song has ended
The goats often go out
To graze in the woods
To eat and get fat
 

My Little Child

I will have a child when I grow up
With thin legs and soft shoes
Small, sharp teeth and pink hands
Stomach like a sugar-loaf
And light brown hair right on top
 
And I will buy things everyday
As many as my little child wants to have
And my little child will be allowed to scream
Because I like to hear screams
And fight all day long
And scare cows in the pastures
 
But will I tell you to watch out
For fire and deep waters
Never, never run away from me in the black night
 
I will have a child when I grow up
With thin legs and soft shoes
Small, sharp teeth and pink hands
Stomach like a sugar-loaf
And light brown hair right on top
 
And we will have lots of fun everyday
My own little child and I
And we will scream like gorillas
Jump around and scare people, you will hear
And we will bite their legs
And tie them down by the big rock
 
But will I tell you to watch out
For fire and deep waters
Never, never run away from me
In the black night
 
I will have a child when I grow up
With thin legs and soft shoes
Small, sharp teeth and pink hands
Stomach like a sugar-loaf
And light brown hair right on top
 
If my child's stomach begins to ache a couple of times
I will sing really lovely songs to it
And I will change diapers on my child
And put on little clothes
And the world's smallest rubber boots
In case of bad weather
 

The King's Little Maid

In the king's grand castle's big, big, big kitchen
There is a small, small, small maid
She is always in such a hurry because there is such a mess
And she should always daintily curtsy in front of everyone
And she has to receive everyone's scolding
Since her nose is always so dreadfully black with soot
And she climbs out of her bed the earliest of them all
And then the entire day is torn from her in a bustle
 
Because first she should polish the king's crown really clean
She shines it with the cream 'Blanka Lätta'
And then, on the head knob of the queen's sour face
She should accurately place the bob wig with precision
And then she goes to wake up Princess Nobelknob
And diligently assures that she sweetly rises out of bed
And then, during the day, she has dreadful work to do
To teach the very, very smallest little prince to walk
 
And she should scrub the stairs and she should sweep the floors
And she should carry slush and fire wood and water
She doesn't get into bed until the clock strikes twelve
And then she gets to sleep next to the cat
But she is never sad despite there being a lot to do
Regardless of what happens in life, she'll probably make it through
For look how happily she walks around singing, whatever she is doing
Because the king's little maid is in a brilliant mood
 

Claps and resonance

A small clap and some resonance
Be a little loose and a little bang
Come join us and sing a song that
Is mixed up with some claps and some resonance
 

Old man Noah

Old man Noah, old man Naoh was a man of honour
When he stepped out of the ark he put seeds into the ground
Old man Noah, old man Naoh was a man of honour
 
Old man Noah, old man Naoh was a man of honour
When he was about to eat he dropped the potatoes
Old man Noah, old man Naoh was a man of honour
 
Old man Noah, old man Naoh was a man of honour
When he was about to drink he got the hiccups
Old man Noah, old man Naoh was a man of honour
 
Old man Noah, old man Naoh was a man of honour
When he was about to make his bed he found a pike
Old man Noah, old man Naoh was a man of honour
Old man Noah, old man Naoh was a man of honour
 

It's summer now, the sun is shining now

It's summer now, the sun is shining now
There is cow dung in the meadow now
And the little girl is sitting on a chair
With lots of cookies in her stomach
Tjolittalittatjolittalej
Come, I shall throw cow dung on you
Tjolittalittatjolittalej
And make you lose your breath
 

The meatball song

This song that I'm about to sing
Is about my mother
Who comes from Germany
It's the country she is living in
 
She has never approved of
A bad habit that I have
She says 'Meatballs in the nose
That's not a manly act'
 
Ref.
You can't put
Meatballs in the nose Marcüs
You can't put
Meatballs your nose there
 
Stop putting
Meatballs in the nose Marcüs
You can't put
Meatballs in the nose like that
 
And so every dinner
She continued with her nagging
Marcüs, don't you know
You shouldn't play with food
 
You eat it properly
To make the body happy
A meatball in the nose
Is not something good
 
Ref.
And so I tried to stop
But I couldn't do it
So she took me to a doctor
That had me examined
 
He put pliers in the nose
In my nose, believe it or not
And pulled out a meatball
That he showed to my mother
A big one
Yes, yes
Well, guess what she said
 
Ref.
And the years have passed
And I don't live there anymore
In Germany with my mother
And my meatball problems
 
But the other day, she sent
A letter with the mail
And when I opened it and read it
Well, guess what she wrote
 
Ref.
 

the heart's story

Every forest surely has it's spring,
Every meadow it's flower has,
Every heart has it's story
From youth's past days,
Every forsest surely has it's spring,
Every meadow it's flower has,
Every heart has it's story
From youth's past days,
 
The forest's spring dries up,
and the meadow's flower dies,
but the heart's quiet story
no time can destroy.
The forest's spring dries up,
and the meadow's flower dies,
but the heart's quiet story
no time can destroy.
 

Little Ludde

Here comes little Ludde, hå hå, ja ja
carrying a pillow, hå hå, ja ja!
 
Here comes Ludde's mother, hå hå, ja ja
carrying the same, hå hå, ja ja!
 
Here come Ludde's father, hå hå, ja ja
carrying a coat, hå hå, ja ja!
 
Here come Ludde's brother, hå hå, ja ja
carrying a rudder, hå hå, ja ja!
 
Last comes Ludde's sister, hå hå, ja ja
jumping happy are spirited, hå hå, ja ja!
 
Because now they all will, hå hå, ja ja
go out in the boat, hå hå, ja ja!
 

The man in the box

The man in the box, the man in the box.
What are you up to, are you sleeping?
Are you making coffee?
Are you brushing your shoes?
Man in the box, come out!
 
The woman in the box, woman in the box.
What are you up to, are you sleeping?
Are you baking buns?
Are you petting the cat?
Woman in the box, come out!
 

Here dances Mister Cucumber

Here dances Mister Cucumber
Both the waltz and the mazurka
Here dances Mister Cucumber
Both the waltz and the mazurka
 
Green, is Mister Cucumber
Green is his brother
Both have socks
But neither has shoes
 
Here dances Mister Cucumber
Both the waltz and the mazurka
Here dances Mister Cucumber
Both the waltz and the mazurka
 
Green, is Mister Cucumber
Green is his brother
Both have socks,
But neither has shoes
 

Flowery Falukorv

I want flowery falukorv for lunch, Mum
I don't want anything else
I hate the tomato and the fish and the spinach
And the small pancakes with lingonberry jam
 
Pork - we have it too often
Lamb - tastes like a cardigan
Beef with union is really creepy
 
I want flowery falukorv for lunch, Mum
I don't want anything else
I want flowery falukorv for lunch, Mum
I don't want anything else
 
[Interlude]
 
I want flowery falukorv for lunch, Mum
I don't want anything else
No, I will never again eat more turnip mash and potatoes
And isterband and veal chop
 
Potato hotchpotch - that's too lean
Milk - that's too healthy
Crispy bread is too tough to chew
I want flowery falukorv for lunch, Mum
I don't want anything else
I don't want anything else
I don't want anything else
 
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