Translation of the song lyrics Musens Sang - Sissel

Musens Sang (original)

En enlig lille muse har det svære' end man tror
Man befinder sig skidt mellem himmel og jord
Man slider og man slæber, men hvad skal man stille op
Med sit gode humør og sin medbragte krop
Man var så oplagt til alt, da man kom
Men det er der ing’n, der bekymrer sig om
En muses live og levned, det betyder ikke spor
Man er bare et fnug mellem himmel og jord
En muse er en pligtopfyld’ne lille meteor
Hun er alltid på fart mellem himmel og jord
Hun kommer, når det kaldes, og hun ofrer hvad hun kan
Om det så er seg selv, for at frelse en mand
Ak, men hvad har man så ud af sit job
Kun vrøvl og spetakler, og så skal man op
De småting, man har ordnet, nævnes ikke met et ord
Man har kun gjort sin pligt mellem himmel og jord
Der' mend nok her i verden, en er lille, en er stor
Og de lover en alt mellem himmel og jord
Men manden, ham den rigti’e, der får pulsen til at slå
Det man som, man ved, at man aldrig kan få
Jordiske piger til alteret går
Den chance er der ingen muse, der får
Så muser de må hell’re blive hjemme, hvor de bor
De får hjerterne knust mellem himmel og jord

Musens Sang (translation)

A lone little muse has a hard time 'than you think
One finds oneself dirt between heaven and earth
You wear and you drag, but what do you have to line up
With his good mood and his brought-in body
You were so obvious to everything when you came
But no one cares
A mouse's life and life, it does not mean tracks
One is just a fluff between heaven and earth
A muse is a dutiful little meteor
She is always on the move between heaven and earth
She comes when called and she sacrifices what she can
If it is then itself, to save a man
Alas, but what have you got out of your job
Only nonsense and riots, and then you have to get up
The little things that have been arranged are not mentioned in a word
One has only done his duty between heaven and earth
There 'men enough in this world, one is small, one is big
And they promise an all between heaven and earth
But the man, him the rigti’e who makes the pulse beat
What you like, you know you can never get
Earthly girls to the altar go
That chance no muse gets
So mice should rather stay at home where they live
They get hearts broken between heaven and earth