Lyrics of Blus-blues - Pugh Rogefeldt, Ola Magnell

Blus-blues (original)

Hennes blus är gul och hon har blåa jeans
Som hon har köpt på Gul & Blå
Hennes fötter saknar markkontakt
För skorna har en jättehög platå
Och jag undrar vad hon tänker
På sin halta promenad
Hennes tajta brallbak blänker
Men hon verkar inte glad
Hon tycks ha nog av hur hon tar sej ut
Tills hon har tagit sej in till slut
Hennes ögon verkar släckta
Under ögonlock i silvervitt och blått
Hennes blickar riktas framåt
De har inte vikit alls där hon har gått
Om man talar till den damen
Kan man känna sej ganska viss
Om att inte få nått svar men
Hennes ögon åker hiss
Och visst känner man sej tacksam som publik
När man får se ett livs levande lik

(translation)

Her blouse is yellow and she has blue jeans
Which she has bought at Gul & Blå
Her feet have no contact with the ground
Because the shoes have a very high plateau
And I wonder what she's thinking
On his limp walk
Her tight brallback shines
But she doesn't seem happy
She seems to be fed up with how she gets out
Until she has made her way in finally
Her eyes seem dead
Under Eyelids in Silver White and Blue
Her eyes are directed forward
They have not budged at all where she has walked
If one speaks to that lady
Can you feel quite certain
About not getting any response though
Her eyes go up
And of course you feel grateful as an audience
When you get to see the living corpse of a lifetime