TOMMY JOHNASSON - FATTIG BONDDRÄNG - EPIC METAL VERSION | reaction

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[@danielgustafsson9909]

There is a translation in the description. Below the swedish lyrics👍

[@swedishgooner6339]

The title translates into ” poor farmers hand” and it’s about the hardships in life. Orignally from a Swedish movie for kids called ”Emil in Lönneberga” from the book with the same name written by Astrid Lindgren (same author that wrote Pippi Longstockings)

[@oxana_kranich]

Я рада что тебе тоже понравился аккордеон😁😁😁. Спасибо за обзор классной песни!😊😊😊❤

[@vansting]

Poor Farmworker (English translation)
I am a poor farmworker, but I live anyway.
Days come and go, while I work hard,
harrowing, sowing seeds and plowing, sweeping the barn floor, digging and carrying
walk behind my cattle, screaming, whistling and swearing.
I am a poor farmworker and I chew my tobacco
And when Saturday comes, I want to get drunk.
Then, when I get high-spirited, I want to tussle and fight
Sleep at a girl's house, that's what I'd like to do too, of course.
Then,Sunday comes and our priest wants me to go to church, but that is when I sleep the most.
Priests can sleep the whole day on Monday ,but a poor farmworker must start working again.
That's how the week goes, every day and every year.
I walk with my scythe and I plow and sow seeds
I guide my cattle and pile hay
Harrow, work and slave and one day I shall die.
Stands there, poor farmworker, before Heaven's gate
A little scared and sorry for the sins I committed.
One shall not drink, be with girls and fight.
The Lord, God in Heaven is quite disappointed, of course.
But then the Lord says: poor farmworker, come here,
I've seen your struggle and your persistent hard work,
Therefore, poor farmworker, you are welcome here.
Therefore, poor farmworker, you will be near me.
Oh, I, the poor farmworker stand so quiet before God
And then he dresses me with the whitest of all garments.
Now, says the Lord, your work is done.
Now, poor farmworker, you may rest.

[@PhiliminizzyReacts]

thanks for the lyrics

[@ingvartorma9789]

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I am a poor peasant,
But I'm still alive
Days come and go,
While I knuckle down
Harrows, harrows and ploughs,
Mocking, digging and carrying
Goes behind my oxen,
Shouting, whistling and swearing
I am a poor peasant,
And I chew my snuff
And when Saturday comes,
Do I want to get high?
Then, when I was alive,
I want to be tamed and fight
Rest with a girl
I want too, of course
Then, the sun comes,
And then our priest wants,
That I'm going to church
But then I mostly sleep
The priest can sleep
All Monday, though
For a poor peasant,
Starting the knuckle again.
That's how the whole week goes,
All days and years
I walk with my scythe,
And I plow and sow
I drive my oxen
And I rake my hay,
Harrows, gnomes and thralls,
And finally I will die
Standing there, poor peasant,
Next to Heaven's Gate
A little scared and sad
For the sins I committed
One should not sup,
Keep up with girls and fight
The Lord God in Heaven,
Dissatisfied, of course
But, then the Lord says:
Poor peasant, come here!
I have seen your striving
And your eternal toil
Therefore, poor peasant,
Are you welcome here?
Therefore, poor peasant,
When will you be me?
And I, poor peasant,
Standing so still before God
And then he dresses me
The most snow-white screw
Now you, says the Lord,
Is your work done
Now you, poor peasant,
Now you get to rest

[@rolandpersson2669]

Auch that is a bad translation ex sun should be Sunday and so on

[@robinkarns7512]

Yes, he plays accordian. 4:17 The only thing I've found that he Can't do is whistle! Tommy is really amazing! 😊❤

[@Greatkingrat88]

This was originally written for Emil i Lönnerbega ("Emil of Maple Hills"), one of Astrid Lindgren's most well known book series. It was sung in the live action adaptation, from the perspective of the poor farm hand Alfred, who is a father figure to the main character.