Tim Minchin: White Wine in the Sun

God jul, uansett hva du tror på og hvordan du feirer den. 

Nå blir det stort sett bloggepause til utpå nyåret. Jeg la ut denne sangen i fjor også, fordi Tim Minchin har satt ord på det jula er på solsiden av livet mitt: Familie, venner, tilhørighet.

Og nå er den animert. Sangen, altså.

Jeg har også lagt ut teksten, og håper å få tid til å oversette den snart:


I really like Christmas
 It's sentimental, I know, but I just really like it
 I am hardly religious
 I'd rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest

 And yes, I have all of the usual objections
 To consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religion
 To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian
 Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer
 But I still really like it

 I'm looking forward to Christmas
 Though I'm not expecting a visit from Jesus

 I'll be seeing my dad
 My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
 They'll be drinking white wine in the sun
 I'll be seeing my dad
 My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
 They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

 I don't go in for ancient wisdom
 I don't believe just 'cos ideas are tenacious it means they are worthy
 I get freaked out by churches
 Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are dodgy

 And yes I have all of the usual objections
 To the miseducation of children who, in tax-exempt institutions,
 Are taught to externalise blame
 And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong
 But I quite like the songs

 I'm not expecting big presents
 The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate is just fine by me

 Cos I'll be seeing my dad
 My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
 They'll be drinking white wine in the sun
 I'll be seeing my dad
 My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
 They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

 And you, my baby girl
 My jetlagged infant daughter
 You'll be handed round the room
 Like a puppy at a primary school
 And you won't understand
 But you will learn someday
 That wherever you are and whatever you face
 These are the people who'll make you feel safe in this world
 My sweet blue-eyed girl

 And if, my baby girl
 When you're twenty-one or thirty-one
 And Christmas comes around
 And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home
 You'll know what ever comes
 Your brother and sisters and me and your Mum
 Will be waiting for you in the sun
 Whenever you come
 Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles
 Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum
 We'll be waiting for you in the sun
 Drinking white wine in the sun
 Darling, when Christmas comes
 We'll be waiting for you in the sun
 Drinking white wine in the sun
 Waiting for you in the sun
 Waiting for you...
 Waiting...