Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blåbær-Li, artist - Ranveig Helen LægreidDate of issue: 22.03.2012
Song language: Norwegian
Blåbær-Li(original) |
| Nei sjå, kor det blåner her! |
| No må me roa oss, Kyra! |
| Å nei, slike fine Bær |
| Og dei, som det berre kryr a'! |
| Nei, Maken eg hev kje set! |
| Sumt godt her er då tilfjells |
| No vil eg eta meg mett; |
| Her vil eg vera til Kvelds! |
| Men kom no den Bjønnen stor!— |
| Her fekk bli Rom åt oss båe |
| Eg torde kje seia eit Ord |
| Til slik ein røsjeleg Våe |
| Eg sa berre: ver so god! |
| No må du kje vera bljug! |
| Eg lêt deg so væl i Ro; |
| Ta for deg etter din Hug |
| Men var det den Reven rau |
| So skuld' han få smaka Staven; |
| Eg skulde banka han dau |
| Um so han var Bror til Paven |
| Sligt skarve, harmelegt Sleng! |
| Han stel både Kje og Lam |
| Men endå so fin han gjeng |
| Hev korkje Agg hell Skam |
| Men var det den stygge Skrubb |
| So arg og so hôl som Futen |
| Eg tok meg ein Bjørkekubb |
| Og gav han ein god på Snuten |
| Han reiv sund Sauer og Lamm |
| For Mor mi so trådt og tidt; |
| Ja sant! |
| um han berre kom |
| Skuld' han so visst få sitt |
| Men var det den snilde Gut |
| Der burte frå Skare-Brôte |
| Han fekk vel ein på sin Trut, — |
| Men helst på ein annan Måte |
| Å Tøv, kva tenkjer eg på! |
| Det lid nok på Dagen alt … |
| Eg må til Buskapen sjå; |
| Ho «Dokka» drøymer um Salt |
| (translation) |
| No, look, it's blue here! |
| Now we have to have fun, Kyra! |
| Oh no, such nice berries |
| And those who just get it! |
| No, Maken eg hev kje set! |
| Some good here is then coincidental |
| Now I want to eat my fill; |
| I want to be here tonight! |
| But come on, that big bear! |
| Here was room for both of us |
| Eg torde kje seia eit Ord |
| To such a terrible Våe |
| Eg sa berre: ver so god! |
| Now you must not be bljug! |
| I let you so well in Ro; |
| Imagine for a second you were transposed into the karmic driven world of Earl |
| But was it the Fox raw |
| So he must taste the staff; |
| I was going to beat him to death |
| About so he was the Brother of the Pope |
| Such a cormorant, a miserable sling! |
| He cares for both Kje and Lam |
| But still so nice he gang |
| Raise cork Agg hell Shame |
| But was it the ugly Scrub |
| So angry and so hollow as Futen |
| I took a Bjørkekubb |
| And he gave a good on Snuten |
| He tore healthy sheep and lambs |
| For Mother mi so stepped and time; |
| Yes true! |
| um he just came |
| Debt 'he so sure get his |
| But was it the kind Gut |
| There away from Skare-Brôte |
| He probably got one on his Trut, - |
| But preferably in a different way |
| Oh Hesit, what am I thinking! |
| It all depends on the day… |
| I must go to the Cattle; |
| Ho «Dokka» dreams of Salt |