Og jeg...både ber til Jesus og ønsker Lillebjørn En himmel full av stjerner...blått hav og mye mer og et sted der vakre blomster bor..på en NY og vidunderlig jord...Amen
Denne flotte sangen hørte jeg i drømmen min i morres, da satt vikinger rundt et bord på en pub og klappet hendene ned i bordet, i takt med låta, mens de drakk mjød og sang "Tralalala fyll opp ditt tomme krus" haha. Teksten var litt annerledes da. dette er en så bra sang at underbevisstheten fanger den opp ut spiller den selv i drømme, helt fantastisk!
It's like a sea shanty for road workers. I've translatet it for you guys: My name is Ola Tveiten and I am a working man I own a tractor and myself and do the best I can And the bear lies in its winter den, but I don't Because all winter I have been helping to clear the road And the road was nice and wide and smooth -suddelida suddelidei! The finest I have seen -suddelida suddelidei! No, it wasn't a crooked path If it doesn't lie there forever Then I'll eat my hat -suddelida suddelidei! Trallalalalala fill up my empty mug! And I've carried crushed stone and I've carried gravel And I've been longing for home, for my wife and for my house And I've lived in barracks for weeks on end And I've cursed in the evening to wish myself ten miles away And the day was long and it was dark -suddelida suddelidei! The work was heavy and hard -suddelida suddelidei! If you ask me, you will get an answer It was work for a man From October to January -suddelida suddelidei! Trallalalalala fill up my empty mug! And soon the road will open with many big words Then we get to see an important guy that can cut a string And the fool is smiling, we've seen it so often before And he gives his big speech for the proud contractor Then they all shout loud cheers -suddelida suddelidei! Gets his picture in a magazine -suddelida suddelidei! But you probably won't find us Amongst all those nice folks No, you can tell them to go to Moss (town in Norway) -suddelida suddelidei! Trallalalalala fill up my empty mug! And when you're sitting in your car on a shining summer day So send a friendly thought to a loyal working team Who have worked their way through several heavy miles So that you can step on the accelerator and drive wherever you want While we clear the road bit by bit -suddelida suddelidei! Each meter has been a struggle -suddelida suddelidei But the road you shall have And if you don't think it's good To hell then you can go -suddelida suddelidei! Trallalalalala fill up my empty mug!
Den beste kulturhistoriske visa gjennom tidene hva angår norsk arbeiderklasse...
Ja det er slik det er enda.
Det er de som ikke har gjort jobben som får æren.
Bringer alltid minner om bestefar som jobbet og sleit på veien på 60- og 70 tallet.
Må Lillebjørn Nilsen kvile i fred, ein viktig mann for det sosiale og klasseforskjellane samt ein god songskrivar.
Og jeg...både ber til Jesus og ønsker Lillebjørn En himmel full av stjerner...blått hav og mye mer og et sted der vakre blomster bor..på en NY og vidunderlig jord...Amen
@@torilllundborn7899 Vakre ord, Amen.
Jeg er drita nå!! Fy farn for en jæ#vlig bra kåt!! Herregus!!!
Lillebjørn Nilsen presenterer Norsk Folkemusikk så fantastisk og levende! ❤🇧🇻
Første gang jeg hører dette. Helt fantastisk!
hvil i fred Lillebjørn Nilsen.
han gikk bort Lørdag 27.01.2024
Sov godt, den "Stilleste Gutt på Sovesal 1" 🙏❤🕯🌹
Vi ses nok på andre siden, Herr Nilsen ❤🕯
Denne flotte sangen hørte jeg i drømmen min i morres, da satt vikinger rundt et bord på en pub og klappet hendene ned i bordet, i takt med låta, mens de drakk mjød og sang "Tralalala fyll opp ditt tomme krus" haha. Teksten var litt annerledes da. dette er en så bra sang at underbevisstheten fanger den opp ut spiller den selv i drømme, helt fantastisk!
En flott sang!
Is there a translation of the lyrics? Love this song. Reminds me of a sea chanty for working on a sail powered ship
You're here from that rock breaking post on Reddit, aren't you? 😅
It's like a sea shanty for road workers. I've translatet it for you guys:
My name is Ola Tveiten and I am a working man
I own a tractor and myself and do the best I can
And the bear lies in its winter den, but I don't
Because all winter I have been helping to clear the road
And the road was nice and wide and smooth
-suddelida suddelidei!
The finest I have seen
-suddelida suddelidei!
No, it wasn't a crooked path
If it doesn't lie there forever
Then I'll eat my hat
-suddelida suddelidei!
Trallalalalala fill up my empty mug!
And I've carried crushed stone and I've carried gravel
And I've been longing for home, for my wife and for my house
And I've lived in barracks for weeks on end
And I've cursed in the evening to wish myself ten miles away
And the day was long and it was dark
-suddelida suddelidei!
The work was heavy and hard
-suddelida suddelidei!
If you ask me, you will get an answer
It was work for a man
From October to January
-suddelida suddelidei!
Trallalalalala fill up my empty mug!
And soon the road will open with many big words
Then we get to see an important guy that can cut a string
And the fool is smiling, we've seen it so often before
And he gives his big speech for the proud contractor
Then they all shout loud cheers
-suddelida suddelidei!
Gets his picture in a magazine
-suddelida suddelidei!
But you probably won't find us
Amongst all those nice folks
No, you can tell them to go to Moss (town in Norway)
-suddelida suddelidei!
Trallalalalala fill up my empty mug!
And when you're sitting in your car on a shining summer day
So send a friendly thought to a loyal working team
Who have worked their way through several heavy miles
So that you can step on the accelerator and drive wherever you want
While we clear the road bit by bit
-suddelida suddelidei!
Each meter has been a struggle
-suddelida suddelidei
But the road you shall have
And if you don't think it's good
To hell then you can go
-suddelida suddelidei!
Trallalalalala fill up my empty mug!
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