Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fattig bonddräng , by - Tommy Körberg. Song from the album Rakt upp och ner, in the genre ПопRelease date: 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 |