Today, after a period of silence, I come to you with a word that I often see on those “beautiful words from foreign languages” lists. Namely:
Beautiful, right? I need to find a reason to put this in a book one day.
The amusing thing with those lists is that they often write out the word as mangata instead of mångata. Which makes the meaning manstreet or manestreet rather than moonstreet. Not quite as poetic, I think.
Music Monday – Ingen Vill Veta Var Du Köpt Din Tröja by Raymond & Maria
I’ve been thinking for a while that one of the things that I want to do with this blog is post about some Swedish songs I like, and maybe even provide some translations of lyrics so that my non-Swedish speaking readers can enjoy the meaning of the songs as well as the sound. I know when I listen to music in a language I don’t know I always like having some idea about what the lyrics are about.
Today, for the first Music Monday, I’d like to play Ingen vill veta var du köpt din tröja by Raymond & Maria for you guys. I had planned to translate the lyrics and post them too, but I discovered that the song has already been translated into English by the original musicians so I thought I’d save myself the trouble. Admittedly, I disagree a little with a couple of the translation choices but not enough to take the time to reinvent the wheel, as it were. Here is the song in the original Swedish:
I remember that when this song came out a lot of people made fun of it. There was a lot of “how silly to care whether someone wants to know where your shirt was bought!” going around. For me, that’s part of why I like the song. Because it is silly. Because it sings angst over “luxury problems”. It speaks to a very specific kind of existential crisis that I sometimes experience. The fear of being plain. Unmemorable. Unnoticable. A wallflower, a beige blur, someone whose name gets forgotten. Someone who’s entire self gets forgotten. The fear of being mellanmjölk (literaly middle milk, milk with 1.5% fat. An expression roughly equivalent to the English white bread). And I have to admit… as fears, at least realistic fears, go, this might be my biggest fear. Some day, nothing makes you feel more real than someone noticing you’ve done your nails.
So what did you think of the song? I will not be doing Music Monday every week, but just once in a while when the desire to share a particular song with the world strikes me. I hope you’ll enjoy it.