Generalen og Troldharen Lyrics – Ásmegin
Singer: Ásmegin
Title: Generalen og Troldharen
Til højdemarkerne lagde han sin visitt af
En officer, pensionered og højt decorered
Hvis jagtmod blev gået over af tvivl sådan
I møde med både meute og veidemand!
Hvor er de
Der tror de kan
Fælde haren i snehvid ham?
Vrøvl!
Med kløgt og tel
Skal den forgåe
Og mine kugler bide på
Generalen olmed sig og fnøs af hine tykpandedes phantastiskе fortællinger
Guds død og fandensdom! Om en pjalt luskеr til sig mælk og vællinger, iscenesadt af Kællinger??
Med sjælen sadt til djævelen af
I bytte mod hin dyreste skat
Kan mokken, før i skærsilds hav
Råde frit med sortekunsts legat
Før hanen gol
Med villen fast
Der blegned både fugl og gast
Og rigtignok!
Om lidt han såe
Efterladenskaber så bittesmåe
På gribbenillens
Kælebuk
Bider ikke eet eneste kuk!
Thi slig en bragd
Forsømmes ej
Men monne føres dog blot ud af mig
Jeg haver fået nok af flitterstad og tant, hører I?
Hystaden er lutter mannegal og sprød
I morgen, før solen nedrunden ere, skal i fåe se den død
Han sprang tilskovs
Med morgenen
Ludende over sin Krag-Jørgensen
Pang! Smald det fra skrænten
Efterfulgt af højlydt banden
Nu greb hvidlæst til sit gevær
Og svandt bort i blåning skvær
Pang! Riffelen atter sang
Accompagnered af berserkergang
Hans liv passered så revue
Her given floskelheltens ry
Af sig selv forjaged og forkaved
Og føred ind i afmagtens bedrøvelse
Ak, hvilket huskomhej han nu havde laved
Nej, han monne hvæsse syn og hørelse
Til sit livs prøvelse
At genrejse fordums førelse
Efter fornemheds frarøvelse
Og rigtignok!
Han fandt flux spor
Og grinte vel af sin gave stor
Han kasted indpå mere skrå, thi slig en stund skulde skønnes på
Og tritted sporenstregs og kvikt og sveded ud både tryk og gigt
Gennem morgenrødens stille skar en durkdreven statur
Og kyste alskens liv herop, der ej var kendt med slig natur
I hans øjne skimtes nu djævelen, om du tør at skæve ind i dem!
Thi han mærked det, i marg og ben, ramlerens nærvedsværen
O øjenpryd! Hist, i fleinkrullslyng, hvidpuds praled og sig vigted
Med lidet vidste den derom, at den nu låe i riffelsigtet
Igen, han fandt sig selv højraged og begaved
Der føltes skønt her med overvægtens beruselse
Thi, han fandt haren i lyngen, der ej længer kaved
Hist, den låe til vy og anskuelse
Skamfuldhed og ruelse
Omkalfatred til lunelse
Over trofæets hædersbebudelse
Men brat byksed haren op
Som jægersjæl ud af krop
Generalen fik så her sin største knæk
Thi haren sprang nu med hans finger væk
Med ryg og lænder, krum og lud i sagte trin
Og knoen gemt, svøbt i blodig klæde ind
Jagtmod ere gået over af tvivl sådan
I møde med både meute og veidemand
Hvad haver hændt
Med eders hånd
Der ere bleg som eders ånd?
Si’, hvad var vor gæt?
De bar tomhænded hjem
Og tilbage ligger nu hoveren
Pølsesnak
I barten han prusted
Ein Zapfenstreich
Og med næve hytted, han hvæsed og spytted
Revanche: Mit løsen!
I ved løvfald ser
En nyboren christianienser
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Generalen og Troldharen – English Translation
To the height markers he put his visit of
An officer, pensioned and high decorered
If hunting mode was gone over of doubt like that
In meeting with both Meute and Veidemand!
Where are they
Who think they can
Trap the hare in snow white him?
Nonsense!
With cloven and tel
Should it get over
And my bullets bite on
The General Olmed and Nnøb of Hine Tykpandet Phantasticе stories
God’s death and the f#ckingdom! About a pouring luskеr to milk and grooves, iscenesad of b#tches ??
With the soul SADT to the Devil of
In exchange against Hin most expensive tax
May the mock before in the Sea of Sea
Race freely with black arts scholarship
Before the tap Gol.
With the villel firm
There bleed both bird and guest
And right!
About a little he sow
Bests saw bitsmåe.
On grippenillens.
Buckle
Doesn’t bite One Kuk!
Thi singly a bragd
Is neglected
But, however, Monne is just brought out of me
I garden had enough of Flitterstad and Tant, hears?
The hyster is lutter mannegal and crispy
Tomorrow, before the sun down rounds, you must get to see the death
He jumped on spite
With the morning
Showing over his Krag-Jørgensen
Pang! Smash it from the slope
Followed by loudly gang
Now grip garled to his rifle
And disappeared away in blue-skood
Pang! The rifle again song
Accompagned by Bernerkang.
His life passed so Revue
Here given the reputation of the flos
By itself forjaged and front
And leading into the mutilance of the mutaging
Alas, which hospital hell he had laved
No, he monne wheat vision and hearing
For his life’s ordeal
To recover foem’s lead
After Answering Freight
And right!
He found flux track
And laughed well from his gift great
He put in at once more oblique, for just a while should be estimated on
And tricted track stroke and quick and sweated out both pressure and arthritis
Through the silent silent cut a durkdreven stature
And contemplate the life of the ALSE that not known with Similar nature
In his eyes, the devil is now glad if you dare to crook into them!
For he labeled it, in Marg and legs, the smoking plant
O Eye spike! Hist, in FleinCrullslng, White Puds Praled and Say Digued
With little it knew that it now letting in the Riffle
Again, he found himself highly raised and begaved
Who felt although here with the obese confusion
For he found the hare in the heather who doesn’t lengthen kaved
Hist, it Locking Vy and Forgestion
Shame and reulation
Recalfatred for luge
Over the trophy honors
But Brat Byksed Haren up
As a hunter sleeve out of body
The General then got her biggest crack
Thi Haren now jumped with his finger away
With back and loins, curved and lye in soft steps
And the knuckle saved, wrapped in bloody cloth
Hunting modes are passed over by doubts like that
In meeting with both Meute and Veidemand
What gardens happened
With your hand
There are pale as your spirit?
SI ‘what was our guess?
They wore empty handed home
And back now lies the hooven
Sausagesnak.
In Barten he was prusted
Ein Zapfenstreich.
And with fist hytted, he whitened and spited
Revanche: My loose!
In by foliage watching
A Nybor Christianien
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Lyrics Ásmegin – Generalen og Troldharen
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