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I don't understand the lyrics, I think they're in Danish. Maybe it's only the imagery that's creepy about it but then it's supposedly sung by a adult vocalist which would also be kind of creepy.
My favorite tragic childhood song is this:
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A true work of genius. The first memories of hearing this go back to my very earliest childhood and it's been played a lot on the local radio stations where I grew up. Year after year I understood a bit more about the lyrics which turned the song progressively more scary, tragic and beautiful.
This translation according to lyrics-translations.com is kindof shitty... I don't have the time right now to fix it but it should give you an idea:
Do not play with the grubby children
"Do not play with the grubby children, not singing their songs -
Just go to the upper town, do as your brothers! "
So said the mother, the father said, taught the pastor -
But it always crept back through the garden gate
And in the rabbit hutches
Where they played sixty-six
To tobacco and rat skins
Girls under skirts leered
Where on old boards crates
Cats dozing in the sun
Where to when the rain poured
Engelbert the idiots listening,
The bite on a hair comb
Pied Piper blew songs
Evening at the family table, after prayer to the meal
As it was said: "Again you smell rabbit hutch!
Do not play with the grubby children, not singing their songs -
Just go to the upper town, do as your brothers! "
They drove him to a school in the Upper Town -
Combed her hair and curled Language smooth
Bow hull and learned words
And instead Pied ways
He had to fiddle the Largo
And before Aunt skinny old men
Under red rat eyelashes
Strum Par Coeur Kinderszenen
And, jammed in rows of four
Decayed and rotten bones scream -
Situated between flags
Roar, that keeps friendship!
Sometimes in the evening he crept to the rabbit hutch which
Then squatted since the urchins, sang mockingly:
"Do not play with the grubby children, not singing their songs -
Just go to the upper town, do as your brothers! "
In revenge he got rich. In the upper town
Since he has built himself a house, took a bath every day
Smelled like bess're people smell -
Laughed fat, when all rats
Anxiously avoided in the gullies
Because they had smelled it
Rabbit hutches and he tore
From, their place he had
Build gardens for the children
Loved superscript women
Fast cars and music -
Blond and loud and thick honey
Came his son, nails biters, late in the evening for supper
Smelled it, it struck him, shouted: "stink rabbit hutch!
Do not play with the grubby children, not singing their songs -
Just go to the upper town, do as your brothers! "
And one day he missed a curve smooth -
It has herausgepellt him from an egg of scrap
When he later through the streets
Limping, he was seen on days
Blow on 'nem hair comb songs
Rat wearing fur collar -
Lagged behind bouncing children
Would prevent them from school gear
And ran to rabbit hutches -
One day around Bright
Has he a child infatuated
And dragged into a stable
His body was found in rats rumschwamm the pond -
All around the urchins were blowing on the ridge:
"Do not play with the grubby children, not singing their songs -
Just go to the upper town, do as your brothers! "
