Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fattig bonddräng, artist - Tommy Körberg. Album song Rakt upp och ner, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 29.05.2007
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: Swedish
Fattig bonddräng(original) |
Jag are fattigbonddrng men jag lever end |
Dagar gare och kommer medan jag knogar p |
Harvar sare och pljer, mockar, grver och bare |
Gare bakom mina oxar hojtar, visslar och svare |
Ohh jag are fattig bonddrng och jag tuggar mitt snus |
Och nare lrdan kommer vill jag ta mig ett rus |
Sen nare jag blivit livad, vill jag tampas och slss |
Vila hos en flicka, vill jag ocks frsts |
Sen s kommer sndan, och d vill vran prst |
Att jag ska I kyrkan, men d sover jag bst… Jag menar |
Prsten kan vl sova, hela mndagen… Men… |
Fare en fattig bonddrng brjar knoget igen |
S gare hela veckan, alla dagar och are |
Jag gare med lie, och jag pljer och sare |
Jag kare mina oxar och jag hsjar mitt h |
Harvar gnor och trlar, men till sist, ska jag d |
Stare dare fattig bonddrng, in vid himmelens port |
Lite rdd och ledsen, fare de synder jag gjort |
Man ska inte supa, hlls med flickor och slss |
Herren Gud I himmlen, are vl missnjd frstss |
Men d sger herren, fattig bonddrng, kom hit |
Jag har sett din strvan, och ditt eviga slit |
Drfare, fattig bonddrng, are du vlkommen hare |
Drfare, fattig bonddrng, ska du vara mig nare |
Ohh ja fattig bonddrng, stare s still, infare Gud |
Ohh sen klare han p mig, den mest snvita skrud |
Nu du, sger herren, are ditt arbete s*** |
Nu du, fattig bonddrng, nu fare du vila ut |
(translation) |
I'm poor peasant drng but I live end |
Days gare and come while I knuckle p |
Harrows and plows, suede, digs and bare |
Gare behind my oxen shouts, whistles and responds |
Ohh I'm poor farmerdrng and I chew my snus |
And closer to home, I want to get drunk |
Since I're alive, I want to be tampas and slss |
Rest with a girl, I also want to first |
Then comes the sand, and then the priest wants us |
That I should go to church, but then I sleep best… I mean |
The priest can sleep, all Monday… But… |
Danger of a poor peasant boy starts the knuckle again |
S gare all week, every day and are |
I play with a scythe, and I plow and sare |
I love my oxen and I hsjar my h |
Harrows gnor and trolls, but in the end, I will d |
Stare dare poor bonddrng, in at the gate of heaven |
A little scared and sad, fear the sins I have committed |
You should not drink, hang out with girls and fight |
Lord God In heaven, are well displeased first |
But then says the lord, poor farmerdrng, come here |
I have seen your toil, and your eternal toil |
Danger, poor peasant, are you welcome hare |
Danger, poor peasant boy, you should be closer to me |
Oh yes poor peasant boy, stare so still, enter God |
Ohh then he clears on me, the most snvita screw |
Now you, says the Lord, are your work s *** |
Now you, poor farmerdrng, now you go to rest |