Translation of the song lyrics I Østen Stiger Olsen Op - Shu-Bi-Dua

I Østen Stiger Olsen Op (original)

En stige lang har jeg købt mig, jeg nu får besøgt dig
Det gerne jeg har villet tit
Du oppe bor jo på første, jeg efter dig tørste
Og trappen bli’r ej derved slidt
Jeg går af trapper, ad stiger, agurker med mer'
For at se Ruth, hun er en lang cigar
Mit hjerte klapper og siger: «Ak, gid du var her»
Hvornår mon venten min en ende ta’r?
Hver dag fra seksten til otte, jeg tænker kun på det
Og miste snart jeg vil mit job
På pinebænken jeg ligger, jeg be’r dig og tigger
Åh, lad mig til dig komme op
Jeg går af trapper, ad stiger, agurker med mer'
For at se Ruth, hun er en lang cigar
Mit hjerte klapper og siger: «Ak, gid du var her»
Hvornår mon venten min en ende ta’r?
Op da han gik ad sin stige, på vej mod sin pige
I østen stiger Olsen op
Kom i den syvende himmel, faldt ned og blev svimmel
Bort Falck da kørte med hans krop
Ej mer' ad stiger, ad trapper, agurker han går
Thi midt på ryggen har han fået fjer
Se Ruth i håret sig river og slider og flår
Sin egen Olsen aldrig mer' hun ser
Hun ikke Olsen ser før grønt det sner

I Østen Stiger Olsen Op (translation)

A ladder long I have bought myself, I now get to visit you
That's what I've often wanted
You up there live on the first floor, I was thirsty for you
And the stairs won't wear out as a result
I walk down stairs, up ladders, cucumbers and more'
To see Ruth, she is a long cigar
My heart claps and says: «Oh, I wish you were here»
When will my wait end?
Every day from sixteen to eight, I only think about it
And soon I want to lose my job
On the torture bench I lie, I beg you and beg
Oh, let me to you come up
I walk down stairs, up ladders, cucumbers and more'
To see Ruth, she is a long cigar
My heart claps and says: «Oh, I wish you were here»
When will my wait end?
Up as he walked his ladder, heading towards his girl
In the east, Olsen rises
Got in seventh heaven, fell down and became dizzy
Bort Falck then drove with his body
Ej more' by ladders, by stairs, cucumbers he goes
For in the middle of his back he has got feathers
See Ruth in her hair tearing and tearing and tearing
Her own Olsen never again' she sees
She doesn't Olsen see before green it snows