Translation of the song lyrics Bonden og Kragen - Myrkur

Bonden og Kragen (original)

Den bonde han ganger sig ud
I den skov
Fa-lu-lei, ud i den skov
Der så han en krage som sad
Og sov
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei
Og bonden sat buen alt for sit
Knæ
Fa-lu-lei, for sit knæ
Så skød han den krage ned
Ret det træ
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei
Og bonden sat buen for sin
Fod
Fa-lu-lei, for sin fod
Så skød han den krage til
Hjerteblod
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei
Og snart kom der bud fra
Bispens gård
Fa-lu-lei, bispens gård
«Hvad gjorde du med kragen
Du skød i går?»
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei
Af hovedet gjorde jeg
Kirkeknap
Fa-lu-lei, kirkeknap
Af næbbet gjorde jeg
Tøndetap
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei
Af fjerene tækkede jeg hele
Mit hus
Fa-lu-lei, hele mit hus
Af hjertet gjorde jeg
Drikkekrus
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei
Af skroget gjorde jeg et godt
Skib
Fa-lu-lei, et godt skib
Det bedste der ud i fjorden
Gik
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei
Af tarmene gjorde jeg takkel
Og reb
Fa-lu-lei, takkel og reb
Af benene gjorde jeg
Møgegreb
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei

Bonden og Kragen (translation)

The yeoman steps from his threshold,
Into the wood’s cathedral gloom
Fa-lu-lei, into the forest's perfumed gloom
There he beheld a crow, black as regret,
Fast asleep, nestled in shadow’s plume
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei
And the farmer set his bow, a crescent by
His knee,
Fa-lu-lei, drawn to his knee,
Then loosed the arrow—down the crow
Fell through the tangled arms of the tree
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei
Again his bow arched, poised before
His foot,
Fa-lu-lei, at his foot's root,
And he struck the crow to the quick,
Where heart’s red essence took flight—
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei
Soon a summons drifted, like wind, from
The bishop’s manse,
Fa-lu-lei, the bishop’s manse,
“What became of the crow, tell us—
The one you felled at dusk’s advance?”
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei
From the skull, I wrought a steeple orb,
A button for the church’s crown,
Fa-lu-lei, the church’s crown,
From the beak, a tap for the ale-keg,
To pour amber as leaves pour down,
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei
With feathers I thatched the bones of
My home,
Fa-lu-lei, my sheltered home,
From the heart I hollowed a cup,
To cradle the blood of my own,
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei
The carcass became a vessel,
A stout ship for the misty fjord,
Fa-lu-lei, a ship well-forged,
The proudest to slip through the gray embrace
Of the fjord,
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei
From the entrails I twisted tackle
And rope,
Fa-lu-lei, tackle and rope,
From the legs I shaped
A pitchfork for toil and hope,
Fa-lu-lei, fa-lu-lo la-lu la-lei