Københavnerkneipe - Kari Bremnes

KØBENHAVNERKNEIPE

Tekst og melodi: Kari Bremnes

AlT.: Knut Reiersrud, Kristin Skaare, Finn Sletten

Vi hadde gått langt i gamle brosteinsgate

Brosteinsgate e ikkje lagd for stilett

Vi gikk der husan står trangt

Vi behøvde ikkje prate

Det va sommer

Og vi gikk sannnen ganske tett

Du fikk se ei kneipe

Vi gikk inn ei dør

Og ned nån trinn

Dit kor aldri sommern lukkes inn

Vi trengte kanskje litt tid

Tel å venne oss tel mørket

Her va bare duse lampe tent

Her hadde dagen tatt fri

Her va rått og ingen tørke

Vi fant et bord

Her høsten bodde permanent

Københavnerkneipa fant vi inn ei dør

Og ned nån trinn

Dit kor aldri sommem lukkes inn

Ho kan ha vært 16 år

Der ho kom imella bordan

Bleik og vever med fortynna blikk

Ho hadde langt, slitent hår

Og ho leita etter ordan

Spurte lavt etter penga tel en trikk

Københavnerkneipe-kelnern

Bad ho gå et anna sted

Vi bad jenta om å sett sæ ned

Æ sa såvidt et par ord

Da ho nesten blei på gråten spurte om ho kunne få ei øl sa ho kom hit ifjor

Klassetur med danskebåten æ hørte nu

At ho va nordnorsk som mæ sjøl

Sa ho kom fra Senja

Fra et værhardt lite

Feskevær

Sa: Det storme ennu hardar her

Da vi endelig gikk

Så vi gjennom kjellerruta

At ho igjen gikk mndt og tigde mynt og børst Ho nådde aldri nån trikk

Kom sæ sikkert aldri ut av

Kneipa der

Ho hadde gått for lenge tørst

KØBENHAVNERKNEIPE

Lyrics and melody: Kari Bremnes

AlT .: Knut Reiersrud, Kristin Skaare, Finn Sletten

We had walked a long way in old cobblestone streets

Brosteinsgate is not made for stilettos

We went where the house is cramped

We did not need to talk

It was summer

And we went really close

You got to see a pub

We went in a door

And down some steps

Your choir never closes in the summer

Maybe we needed some time

Tell to get used to us count the darkness

Here only a soft lamp was lit.

Here the day had taken a break

Here it was raw and no drought

We found a table

Here the autumn lived permanently

In Copenhagen pub we found a door

And down some steps

Your choir is never closed

She may have been 16 years old

Der ho kom imella bordan

Pale and weave with diluted gaze

She had long, tired hair

And she looked for the order

Asked low for money tel a tram

Københavnerkneipe-kelnern

Asked her to go somewhere else

We asked the girl to sit down

I barely said a few words

When she almost cried and asked if she could have a beer, she said she came here last year

Class trip with the Danish boat I heard now

That she was northern Norwegian like herself

So she came from Senja

From a weather-hardy little one

Fishing weather

Said: The storm is still hardening here

When we finally left

We looked through the basement window

That she again went mndt and begged coin and brush She never reached any tram

Probably never get out of here

Kneipa there

She had been thirsty for too long