Album: Arv (2008)Generalen Og TroldharenTil Høidemarkerne lagde han sin Visitt af,
en Officer, pensionered og høit decorered,
hvis Jagtmod blev gået over af Tvivl saadan
i Møde med baade Meute og Veidemand!
Hvo er De
der tror De kan
fælde Haren i snehvid Ham?
--Vrøvl!
Med Kløgt og Tel
skal den forgaae
og mine Kugler bide paa
Generalen olmed sig og fnøs af hine tykpandedes phantastiske Fortællinger
Guds Død og Fandensdom! om en Pjalt lusker til sig Mælk og Vællinger
--iscenesadt af Kællinger!?
Med Siælen sadt til Diævelen af
i Bytte mod hin dyreste Skat,
kan Mokken, før i Skærsilds Hav,
raade frit med Sortekunsts Legat
Før Hanen gol,
med Villen fast,
der blegned baade Fugl og Gast,
Og Rigtignok!,
om lidt han saae
Efterladenskaber saa bittesmaae
Paa Gribbenillens
Kælebuk
bider ikke eet eneste Kuk!
Thi slig en Bragd
forsømmes ei
men monne føres dog blot ud af mig!
Jeg haver faaet nok af Flitterstad og Tant; hører I?
Hystaden er lutter mannegal og sprød
I Morgen, før Solen nedrunden ere, skal I faae se den død!
han sprang tilskovs
med Morgenen
ludende over sin Krag-Jørgensen
--PANG! smald det fra Skrænten,
efterfulgt af høilydt Banden
Nu greb Hvidlæst til sit Gevær,
og svandt bort i Blaaning skvær
--PANG! Riffelen atter sang
accompagnered af Bersekergang
Hans Liv passered saa Revue
her given Floskelheltens Ry!
Af sig selv forjaged og forkaved,
og føred ind i Afmagtens Bedrøvelse
Ak, hvilket Huskomhei han nu havde laved
Nej, han monne hvæsse Syn og Hørelse
til sit Livs Prøvelse
- at genreise Fordums Førelse,
efter Fornemheds Frarøvelse
Og rigtignok!
han fandt flux Spor
og grinte vel af sin Gave stor
Han kasted indpaa mere Skraa, thi slig en Stund skulde skønnes paa,
og tritted sporenstregs og kvikt og sveded ud baade Tryk og Gigt
Gennem Morgenrødens Stille skar en durkdreven Statur
og kyste alskens Liv herop, der ei var kendt med slig Natur
I hans Øine skimtes nu Diævelen, om du tør at skæve ind i dem!
thi han mærked det, i Marg og Ben, Ramlerens Nærvedsværen:
O Øienpryd! Hist, i Fleinkrullslyng, Hvidpuds praled og sig vigted
med lidet vidste den derom, at den nu laae i Riffelsigtet
Igen, han fandt sig selv høiraged og begaved,
der føltes skønt her med Overvægtens Beruselse,
thi! han fandt Haren i Lyngen, der ei længer kaved
Hist, den laae til Vy og Anskuelse,
Skamfuldhed og Ruelse
omkalfatred til Lunelse
over Trofæets Hædersbebudelse
Men brat byksed Haren op
som Jægersiæl ud af Krop!
Generalen fik saa her sin største Knæk,
thi Haren sprang nu med hans Finger væk!
Med Ryg og Lænder, krum og lud i sagte Trin,
og Knoen gemt, svøbt i blodig Klæde ind;
Jagtmod ere gået over af Tvivl saadan
i møde med baade Meute og Veidemand
Hvad haver hændt
med Eders Haand,
der ere bleg som Eders Aand?
Si', hvad var vor Gæt?
De bar tomhænded Hiem
og tilbage ligger nu Hoveren
--Pølsesnak!
I Barten han prusted
ein Zapfenstreich
og med Næve hytted, han hvæsed og spytted:
Revanche: Mit Løsen!
I ved Løvfald ser
en nyboren Christianienser!
[English translation:]
The General And The Troll-Hare5
To the highlands paid a visit
An officer, retired and highly decorated
Whose hunting courage was often doubted
In meeting with both pack of hounds and hunters
"Who are you
You believe you can
Slay the hare with the snow-white shape
On the pet belly
Of the shrew
Doesn't have effect a fuck!"
"Nonsense!
With shrewdness and courage
It shall die
And my bullets will have effect
For such a bang
Don't miss
But it has to be shot just by me!"
The general got angry and snorted for the fabulous stories of these retarded
"Goddamn it! What if it's a coward to slink milk and gruel
Directed by hags?
With soul offered to the devil
In exchange with this most precious treasure
The hag can, before the purgatory's sea
Rule freed with black art's endowment"
"I had enough of tinsel and fables, do you hear me?
The hysterical animal is nothing but a loony and mad
Today before sun is set, you will see it dead"
Before the cock crows
With firm will
There got pale both bird and troll-bird
He ran to the wood
The morning
Stooping over his Krag-Jørgensen
And indeed!
Somewhat he saw
Excrements so tiny and small
And indeed!
He found straight away spoors
And grinned for this big present
He cast in his mouth more chewing tobacco, for such a moment should be evaluated
And stepped immediately and quick and sweated both for gasp and rheumatism
Through the dawn's silence loomed a crafty stature
Killing all kinds of living creatures up there that were known with such nature
In his eyes gleams the devil, if you dare to leer at them
For he felt in marrow and bone, the hare's presence
Oh eye-adornment! Here in the heather of the barren grove, the white-painted boasted and showed off
But little it knew that there it laid in the rifle aim
Bang! It banged from the hillside
Followed by a high-resounding curse
Now the white-paw fell back on its guns and vanished away in the fading blue clouds
Bang! The rifle sang again
Accompanied by going-berserk
His life passed in review
Giving the boast of platitude
Worried about himself and breathless
And led inside impotence's sorrow
Alas what uproar he made
No, he had to sharpen sight and hearing
For his life's ordeal
To restore the conduct of old days
After being robbed of his distinction
But suddenly the hare leaped up
Like hunter-soul out of his body!
The general got his biggest crack
For the hare now sprang with his finger away!
With back and lumbar, crooked and stooping with soft step
And knuckles gone, swathed in bloody clothes
Hunting courage has dispelled the doubt such
In meeting with both pack of hounds and hunters
"What happened
To your hand
Is it sallow like your spirit?
Say what looked like our lady?
You come back home empty-handed
And leave behind the triumph"
?Crap talk!?
In moustache he snorted
?A (military) tattoo?
And with clenched fist, he hissed and spat
?Revenge! My battle cry
By leaf fall you'll see
A new-born Kristiania citizen!?
