Jag är inte jätteförtjust i melodifestivalen. Tycker mest den tenderar att vara tramsig och lite halv-vulgär. Pausnumren har också ibland en tendens att vara bättre än själva tävlingsbidragen, så även i år när Tomas Ledin kom in på sista deltävlingen och trollade bort alla andra artister med en ballad i folkviseton som till det närmaste liknar en vaggvisa och som väcker rysningar i ryggraden från första till sista ton.
I'm not exstatic about the Eurovision Song Contest. I'm usually not that impressed with what we send ot what the other countries send, I much prefer the pause entertainment to the actual competing songs. They tend to be better. This year, one of the pre-competitions had a song from Swedish laureate Tomas Ledin. A folk-inspired number about his childhood in the by-the-sea area of Höga Kusten.
Både mormor och farmor gick bort under det gångna året och jag får minnesglimtar av dem vid de mest underliga tidpunkter. Ä lu oäten, med sin hemsökande melodi, öppnar minnet på vid gavel: Somrar i stugorna i Kangos och Särkimukka, husen i stan, mat på bordet, solsken, barskt språk och kärlek i en enda röra, minnen så nära att jag nästan kan ta på dem, men så avlägsna att detaljerna tonar bort.
Both my grandmothers passed in about half-a-year ago and this song reminds me of them.
Det är bra musik som kan väcka minnen till liv och lägga dem till ro på samma gång.
Great music has the ability to both stir up memories, and lay them to rest.
I present you with a translation down below. This should be good enough to sing with the melody without too much difficulty. The grammar is supposed to be a bit dodgy since it mimicks the way folks spoke out in the country in the fifties.
Ä lu oäten / Ain¨t you eaten
Ain't ya eaten yet kid, come in, come in, here there's food on the table for everyone
Yeah, ain't ya eaten and you're hungry, come and have a seat,
here there's bread to go around, falleralla
Where have ya been all day long, soon the week has gone, whole ground's full
of rasp'ries, see all the buckets we've filled
Ain't ya given a hug kid, come here, come here, here there's arms
and there's sunshine for everyone
Ain't you eaten yet kid, come in, come in, here wait the herrings and
p'tatoes for everyone
Yeah, ain't ya eaten and you're hungry, come and have a seat,
table's set for ya boy, falleralla
'Ere were only minnows in the net, when we emptied last night, and not a muskie in the trap,
imagine that, yeah who understood
Ain't ya given a hug kid, come here, come here, here there's arms
and there's sunshine for everyone
Ain't ya had the time t'get the paper, don't ya worry ya little head, ya can row over
to next side, then take the hill in a mighty sprint
Ain't ya given a hug kid, come here, come here, here there's arms
and there's sunshine for everyone
There's arms and there's sunshine for everyone
Here there's arms and there's sunshine, falleralla
Yeah, ain't ya eaten and you're hungry, come and have a seat,
here there's bread to go around, falleralla
Where have ya been all day long, soon the week has gone, whole ground's full
of rasp'ries, see all the buckets we've filled
Ain't ya given a hug kid, come here, come here, here there's arms
and there's sunshine for everyone
Ain't you eaten yet kid, come in, come in, here wait the herrings and
p'tatoes for everyone
Yeah, ain't ya eaten and you're hungry, come and have a seat,
table's set for ya boy, falleralla
'Ere were only minnows in the net, when we emptied last night, and not a muskie in the trap,
imagine that, yeah who understood
Ain't ya given a hug kid, come here, come here, here there's arms
and there's sunshine for everyone
Ain't ya had the time t'get the paper, don't ya worry ya little head, ya can row over
to next side, then take the hill in a mighty sprint
Ain't ya given a hug kid, come here, come here, here there's arms
and there's sunshine for everyone
There's arms and there's sunshine for everyone
Here there's arms and there's sunshine, falleralla
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