Villanden - TrollfesT

Hey, sagt Brakebein på en kjedelig dag

Vil er ut i skogen og traske av seg ubehag

Midt i en Urwald liegt eine skogstjern

Dypere enn savnet til en iskald Bier

Hier hat ente hekket siden er var klekket

Undt kolonien regjeres av svina villand

Villanden, vralte fram!

Villanden, vralte fram!

Sie ist ein usaklig, stor og usmakelig irrefürend ente fra dinosaurenes tid

Sie hat nebb med tenner, vralte rundt på strender

Undt spyr ut gift hvor enn hun går, ingenting bak Villanden står!

Villanden, vralte fram!

Villanden, vralte fram!

Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk…Kvakk…Kvakk

Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk…Kvakk…Kvakk

Like ved i skogen liegt Brakebein og broren

Og denken an der Legendarisk Øl er drakk i går

Ohne at de høren kjem svina ut av Dome

Ser de stygge troll undt denkt, töten alt som går!

Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk…Kvakk…Kvakk

Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk…Kvakk…Kvakk

Mit et ruf angriefen Villanden to troll

Sie ist hissig some en ausgelassen Bulle i brunst

Mit et ruf angriefen Villanden to troll

Sie ist hissig some en ausgelassen Bulle i brunst

Gregers: Jo, og jeg ser at det ligger en fugl i kurven!

Ekdal: Hmm?

En fugl?

Gregers: Er det ikke en and?

Ekdal: Joo, så vidt eg vett så e det ei and

Hjalmar: Männ, ehh, vilken sort and skulle man anta at det här va?

Hedvig: Det er ikke noen simpel and

Ekdal: hysj hysj med deg, hysj hysj hysj

Gregers: og Tyrkisk and er det heller ikke!

Ekdal: Nei, d e d jaffal ikkje!

Ehh, for det e ei villand jaffal, kanskje?

Joda!

Gregers: Nei?

Nei?

Er d?

Er d?

Er det virkelig en vill and?

Ekdal: Jaha, det e det!

Den fuglen, som De sa, d e villandå det!

Det er vår villand, farr!

Hedvig: Det er min Villand og jeg eier den!

Gregers: Og det kan leve på her på loftet?

og trives her?

Ekdal: De kan da vel forstå at hu har et trau med vann til å plaske i.

Gregers: Hedvig, hore, vis meg respekt Hedvig, vis meg respekt!

Hjalmar: Ja, visa honom respekt Hedvig

Hey, said Brakebein on a boring day

Will is out in the woods and trampling on discomfort

In the middle of a jungle lies a forest star

Deeper than missed by an icy Bier

Here he has been nesting since he hatched

Under the colony is ruled by pigs wild land

The villain, waddled forward!

The villain, waddled forward!

She is an unreasonable, big and tastelessly misleading ente from the time of the dinosaurs

She had a beak with teeth, waddling around on beaches

Evil spits out poison wherever she goes, nothing behind Villanden stands!

The villain, waddled forward!

The villain, waddled forward!

Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk… Kvakk… Kvakk

Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk… Kvakk… Kvakk

Close by in the woods lay Brakebein and his brother

And think of where the Legendary Beer was drunk yesterday

Without hearing the pigs come out of the Dome

Sees the ugly trolls undt thought, töten everything that goes!

Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk… Kvakk… Kvakk

Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk Kvakk… Kvakk… Kvakk… Kvakk

With it call Villanden to troll

She's hot some lusty bull in heat

With it call Villanden to troll

She's hot some lusty bull in heat

Gregers: Yes, and I see that there is a bird in the basket!

Ekdal: Hmm?

A bird?

Gregers: Isn't that a duck?

Ekdal: Yeah, as far as I know it's a duck

Hjalmar: Men, ehh, what kind of duck would you assume this is?

Hedvig: It's not a simple duck

Ekdal: hush hush with you, hush hush hush

Gregers: and Turkish duck is not either!

Ekdal: No, d e d jaffal icke!

Ehh, because it's a wild jaffal, maybe?

Yes!

Gregers: No?

No?

Is d?

Is d?

Is it really a wild duck?

Ekdal: Well, that's it!

The bird, as you said, will do it!

It's our wild land, father!

Hedvig: It's my Villand and I own it!

Gregers: And it can live on here in the attic?

and thrive here?

Ekdal: They can well understand that they have a trough with water to splash in.

Gregers: Hedvig, whore, show me respect Hedvig, show me respect!

Hjalmar: Yes, show him respect Hedvig