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It was Christmas Eve, babe
– Det var juleaften, skat
In the drunk tank
– I den berusede tank
An old man said to me
– En gammel mand sagde til mig
“Won’t see another one”
– “Vil ikke se en anden”
And then he sang a song
– Og så sang han en sang
‘The Rare Old Mountain Dew’
– ‘Den Sjældne Gamle Bjergdug’
I turned my face away
– Jeg vendte mit ansigt væk
And dreamed about you
– Og drømte om dig
Got on a lucky one
– Fik på en heldig
Came in eighteen-to-one
– Kom i atten-til-en
I’ve got a feeling
– Jeg har en fornemmelse
This year’s for me and you
– Dette år er for mig og dig
So, Happy Christmas
– Så Glædelig Jul
I love you, baby
– Jeg elsker dig, baby
I can see a better time
– Jeg kan se en bedre tid
When all our dreams come true
– Når alle vores drømme går i opfyldelse
They’ve got cars big as bars, they’ve got rivers of gold
– De har biler store som barer, de har floder af guld
But the wind goes right through you, it’s no place for the old
– Men vinden går lige igennem dig, det er ikke noget sted for den gamle
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve
– Da du først tog min hånd på en kold juleaften
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
– Du lovede mig, at Lene ventede på mig
You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of New York City
– Du var smuk, du var smuk, dronning af Ny York City
When the band finished playing, they howled out for more
– Da bandet var færdig med at spille, de hylede ud efter mere
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks, they were singing
– Sinatra svingede, alle berusede, de sang
We kissed on a corner, then danced through the night
– Vi kyssede på et hjørne, dansede derefter gennem natten
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing “Galway Bay”
– Drengene fra NYPD-koret sang””
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day
– Og klokkerne ringede ud til juledag
You’re a bum, you’re a punk, you’re an old slut on junk
– Du er en bum, du er en punk, du er en gammel tøs på junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
– Liggende der næsten død på et dryp i den seng
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap, lousy faggot
– Din skiderik, din maddiker, din billige, elendig bøsserøv
Happy Christmas, your arse, I pray God it’s our last
– Glædelig Jul, din røv, jeg beder Gud, det er vores sidste
The boys of the NYPD choir, still singing “Galway Bay”
– The boys of te NYPD choir, der stadig synger””
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
– Og klokkerne ringer til juledag
“I could have been someone”, well, so could anyone
– “Jeg kunne have været nogen”
You took my dreams from me when I first found you
– Du tog mine drømme fra mig, da jeg først fandt dig
I kept them with me, babe, I put them with my own
– Jeg holdt dem med mig, Skat, jeg satte dem med min egen
Can’t make it all alone, I’ve built my dreams around you
– Kan ikke klare det helt alene, jeg har bygget mine drømme omkring dig
The boys of the NYPD choir, still singing “Galway Bay”
– The boys of te NYPD choir, der stadig synger””
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
– Og klokkerne ringer til juledag
