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arbitraryarbitraire (OP) at 2023-07-06 15:06:05+00:00 ID: jqwbyuz

Title typo : this* . Hey guys I found this song and was wondering what is it talking about I tried translating the lyrics that I found but I’m still confused on what happened.

Baud_Olofsson at 2023-07-06 15:17:37+00:00 ID: jqwe0n7

Grass widower blues.

His wife's been away for two weeks and is coming back, and he is hung over and everything is a mess.

artfors at 2023-07-06 15:19:49+00:00 ID: jqwdovm

This is a hard one. I believe you find it confusing it's a lot of wordplay in the song that can't be translated. If you trying to learn swedish Povel Ramel and Robert Broberg are your worst options.

b0gl at 2023-07-06 15:19:49+00:00 ID: jqwjvxg

I did the best I could at translating it.

It's Monday morning, and my head feels so heavy. Yeah, I said just that it's Monday morning, and my head feels so heavy, when I sit here with a glas of grapefruit juice, singing the 'grass widower' blues.

My wife has traveled to Mölle, to Mölle by the sea. She left fourteen days ago, and I feel so free. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh boy! It's time to jump for joy! But now I feel less free, so now the chorus can be: Oh, Elsalill, come back to me!

I'll never forget the time, When I was standing on the platform(like one where you wait for a train), And my Elsa kept my captive In a hard grasp. She said I shouldn't forget it and it and it and it and it and then the train said toot and left, and I said let go, and to this day I can hear How it's ringing in my ear: Feed the fishes! Water the plants! Yep! Yep! Yep!

I'm gonna buy new fishes, the other ones are gone, and I am withered, like the way the plants look, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, uh oh! Yes, I don't really feel good today! The week that has passed has been against all the calculations, and everything thats left in the house is a bottle cap and magnecyl.

The housewife Anna, our faithful old treasure, I lost in a poker game to Stig Körtel last night, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, uh oh! What will my wife think of me? So now I'll have to do everything myself, with a lot of burden, and my checklist sounds like this:

I have to scrub the stairs, I have to polish the floor, and I need to make it to the bank before 3 o clock, and I need to tune the piano, I need to repaint the kitchen, I'm going to collect all the crab shells in a neat little pile, and then fix the door And bribe the doorman, And then dust dry, dust dry, dust dry all over again.

You see, my wife is a little jealous, so if she finds out there were four scandal beauties at home with me last night, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, uh oh! I would be both yellow and blue. So I'll have to clean fast and guard myself, because she believes more in a hairpin than what she believes me!

Shush, shush. A key in the door. I can hear it all too well, She shouldn't be home until tomorrow, But she came home today Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, uh oh! Well now I turn the Devil loose. Full speed to the kitchen door, I'm gonna run away, Singing the grass widower blues