@AR Galib In a hall in the hospital Where the tightly placed beds stands Were a nurse so very hard-working That she worked for two The patients very content And the doctors agreed She went to work every monday And was never late to smile ("and was never one who was late to smile" is a more accurate english sentence) So one day she went to the boss Gathered courage and knocked "Yes/Well, my brother will have a wedding Can I take time of then?" The boss shook his head "No, the work load is big You will work the whole weekend Send a greeting to your brother" Our nurse became sad But she didn't shed a tear She quickly went to empty the bedpan And changed the bandages on an old wound So in Easter she went to the Boss And said "Now it has became spring Can't I please have a little vacation this year?" The Boss shook his head "I understand your situaton But we have more work to do Because of more dokumantation" The nurse worked all summer She saw this as a test For she never started doubt That the region knew best So in autum she went to the boss She was pale and almost yellow "Please sir, could I not have the chance to go home over christmas?" The boss shook his head "You are funny, my little friend We have almost treva cancer [bot surr what this means, but I suspect it's either a serious state of cancer in the wing or that there are a lot of cancer patients] Do you think you can go home?" She celebrated christmas in white clothing While the christmas candles burned But she recieved a gift from Santa After new year's she disappeared Now the Nurse is in heaven She is happy almost all the time She is off work weekends and evenings Because/For she is the medicational drugs' consumer
Sången handlar inte om en tragisk incident. Min text bygger på visan I en sal på lasarettet, som skrevs på 1800-talet. Du kan hitta originalet på Spotify. Här är wikipedia-artikeln: sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_en_sal_på_lasarettet
Våran mormor sjung denna låten till mig, mina syskon och kusiner när vi var små 😢😂
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Kindly put subtitles for all your videos. All songs are awesome. Love from India
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+무서운 것들..
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@@송성우-t1k 살짝 무서웠다..
누군가 자막을 달아주시길 기다립니다...
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자막 시급하네
와아...
May someone provide English subtitle , please?
@AR Galib
In a hall in the hospital
Where the tightly placed beds stands
Were a nurse so very hard-working
That she worked for two
The patients very content
And the doctors agreed
She went to work every monday
And was never late to smile ("and was never one who was late to smile" is a more accurate english sentence)
So one day she went to the boss
Gathered courage and knocked
"Yes/Well, my brother will have a wedding
Can I take time of then?"
The boss shook his head
"No, the work load is big
You will work the whole weekend
Send a greeting to your brother"
Our nurse became sad
But she didn't shed a tear
She quickly went to empty the bedpan
And changed the bandages on an old wound
So in Easter she went to the Boss
And said "Now it has became spring
Can't I please have a little vacation this year?"
The Boss shook his head
"I understand your situaton
But we have more work to do
Because of more dokumantation"
The nurse worked all summer
She saw this as a test
For she never started doubt
That the region knew best
So in autum she went to the boss
She was pale and almost yellow
"Please sir, could I not have the chance to go home over christmas?"
The boss shook his head
"You are funny, my little friend
We have almost treva cancer [bot surr what this means, but I suspect it's either a serious state of cancer in the wing or that there are a lot of cancer patients]
Do you think you can go home?"
She celebrated christmas in white clothing
While the christmas candles burned
But she recieved a gift from Santa
After new year's she disappeared
Now the Nurse is in heaven
She is happy almost all the time
She is off work weekends and evenings
Because/For she is the medicational drugs' consumer
@@BioLivbanonConsultant not consument.
hej henrik skulle du kunna hjälpa mig o göra en låt om psyket
All heder till vårdanställda men att göra en melodi om en sådan tragisk incident som det här handlar om tycker jag är väldigt dåligt, usch och fy.
Sången handlar inte om en tragisk incident. Min text bygger på visan I en sal på lasarettet, som skrevs på 1800-talet. Du kan hitta originalet på Spotify. Här är wikipedia-artikeln: sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_en_sal_på_lasarettet