reply to post by Raud
Yeah! Sorry to all non-Scandinavian/Nordic people here!
The lyrics of this song is very good and rings true in Swedish, but I really dont know if I can translate this?
So many Swedish words have different meanings when you are translating them into English.
Wow! well, I think a translation to English of this text will be very difficult since there are so many Swedish words in the lyrics of this song which
does not translate in a "good" way from Swedish into English - but what a heck! I'll give it a try:
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We take a walk down the street one day,
my poor alter ego and me.
We are fighting with other people to make room to walk and beat ourselves up among generations, fighting with each other about the next sensations.
It is an unprecedented insane wild chase
after a thousand emeralds and a kingdom.
A free offer falls from above,
I gape and swallow and say thanks for the gift.
We open the door to a urinal,
and there's another Santa Claus/Tomtefar standing there urinating
with a long nose and a urine jet that glitters.
He pulls off his beard,
it looks like he giggles (like a mental patient).
He says: (God Jul, God Jul) "Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas!"
(Chorus)
It's not the snow that's falling.
It is comforting someone else.
Picasso's acrobats are dancing on my chest.
It's not the snow that's falling.
When I need solace.
When disguised Democrats stamp with their boots on my chest.
(Impossible for me to translate correctly from Swedish)
We check in at the Temple of Temptation.
Someone is chasing me with a stamp.
My alter ego begins to wonder why I hold my breath and count to one hundred.
I pass the test and are classified like an idiot, but fully qualified
to obey orders and go in harness.
Someone gives me a plastic ukelele
and says: "play boy, play, play."
My brain is warm but the fingers are stiff.
Suddenly, I stand there with a naked ass.
Someone sets fire to the old Santa Claus (Tomtefar)
He screams: (God Jul, God Jul)"Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas!"
It's not the snow that's falling.
It is comforting someone else.
Picasso's acrobats are dancing on my chest.
It's not the snow that's falling.
When I need solace.
When disguised Democrats stamp with their boots on my chest.
We step into a program control
in which they manipulate us with rock'n'roll
and setting up lists of what is popular and hip for the moment,
Losers and heroes and other rebels & insurgents.
Someone presents new modernism, but Tomtefar/Santa Claus is blaming capitalism.
My alter ego kills himself.
Naturally I do not know what is to become of me.
There is no place for subtle shading.
Love has already burned its chances.
I'm hunted by armed and angry penguins
with very sharp tongues and with bourgeois upper-class snotty facial expressions.
At midnight it's quiet in all the houses.
Legitimate fascists, light the Christmas candles. (juleljusen)
On The streets and at the plaza's the wrecks and vinos are crawling.
Macabre and well-fed stereotypes.
I'm left alone and dance around the tree,
but where is the joy and where are the kids?
Something falls into my gray hair.
Santa Claus (Tomtefar) is damaged and is placed on a stretcher.
He says: (God Jul, God Jul) "Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas!"
It's not the snow that's falling.
It is comforting someone else.
Picasso's acrobats are dancing on my chest.
It's not the snow that's falling.
When I need solace.
When the disguised Democrats stamp with their boots on my chest.
There is no snow falling.
When I need solace.
And when disguised Democrats stamp with their boots on my chest.
Phew!
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("Tomtefar" in this context means the burden of the character role, which the father of the family is having every Christmas as the provider for the
family - with stress, buying expensive gifts to the spoiled children (which they later throw away anyway) at crowded & hysterical shopping
palaces/malls crowded with other stressed out "Tomtefars" just exactly like himself
In the hunt for the perfect phony & commercial Coca Cola Christmas!
And later after all this stress, when finally at home, he also have to play the perfect "character role" of Santa Claus/Tomtefar and dress up
exactly like him with beard and a red dress on Christmas eve of December 24 (Scandinavian tradition) and give the spoiled children their presents.
Later he feel this emptiness, and feels cheated of being manipulated by commercial interests and corporations - he's alone in his living room with an
empty soul in front of the Christmas tree and is asking himself; where is the joy? where are the kids - everyone suddenly disappeared to other places
after receiving their gifts! - was this all, he asks himself? - all this stress and hard work I had, for this?
*sadly with a tear in his eye, he looks around in the empty living-room, pouring up another double whisky in his mental loneliness, and pass out!*
(When all of this is done and over with, many of the fathers of families are soo tired and stressed & burned out that they actually often collapses -
a sad fact!)
[edit on 2-12-2009 by Chevalerous]