I am a swede and as a child I saw this one.I loved our Swedish entry "Nygammal vals" with Lill Lindfors and Svante Thuresson.And it landed on 2nd place :).I sang it all the time. Even in school for some parents-meeting
Neste eurofestival a portuguesa madalena iglesias linda mas a cantora da alemanha também era lindíssima fiquei impressionado com sua.beleza de olhos lindos
O vento mudou de eduardo nascimento é canção universal cantada por conjuntos e cantores em várias épocas com grande sucesso ele faleceu mas a canção continua bem viva
1978 1 netherlands 2 sweden 3 france 4 germany 5 uk 6 ireland 7 denmark 8 austria 10 finland 12 switzerland, luxembourg monaco norway portugal belgium greece israel turkey italy, spain.
Ich versteh nicht, warum die Silver Convention Englisch gesungen haben. Soweit ich mich erinnere mussten die Interpreten doch damals noch in Sprachen des Landes singen, das sie verteten hatten. Oder hab ich das irgenwie nicht richtig verstanden ? Na ja, ich war damals noch ziemlich klein...
Nygammal vals (Hip man svinaherde) För länge sedan i världen fanns En svinaherde, en stenhipp man Och en prinsessa, stolt jungfru hon var En dag möttes de och han steg fram och sa: Kors i karamellen, vilken schysst mam'sell du verkar vara Titta vilken klänning, jätteklämmig Är det maskerad, va? Stick iväg från stigen, du var mig en osedvanlig lurk Jag är prinsessa, ganska så sipp Jag heter kunnigunda, konungens gull Du, simma långsamt, var lite hipp Hör när jag trummelummar på min kastrull Digga digga pop... Tjong i medaljongen, en så'n festlig sång du trumma' nyss, va? Lär du bara mig att trummelumma får du mun min kyssa Mun har varje jänta, kan man inte tänka sig en slant? Dricker ur bäcken, lever av mull Har man en slant på fickan kan man stå lull Du var en fräck en, får inget gull Men jag vill trummelumma på din kastrull Digga digga pop... Klang i kantarellen, det var väldans, bruden har visst bråttom Vad i hela friden ser du i den? Grytor finns det gott om Grytan där den låter skönt, den ljuder grönt, en lajbans klang Vi gör ett avtal, ta't eller stick Jag blir hipp svinaherde, du kungens gull Jag som prinsessa? Visst man är hipp Ta då min trummelumma, ta min kastrull Han som prinsessa, hipp man i clips Hivades ut från hovet av en patrull Hon svinaherde, sipp brud i slips Gjorde var männ'ska galen, spelte kastrull Döden i grytan byta bort sin kаѕtrull New old waltz (swineherd) Long time ago a swineherd, a stony man existed in the world And a princess, a proud Maid was One day they met and he took a step ahead ((one further step=un paso más, one more step)) and said: goodness, what good a mum you seem, there is a lovely dress you wear, damn close-fitting It is masked, isn't it? Go out of the road, you are an odd assailer if you ask me. I am a princess, i am called kunnigunda, rather (=bastante, quite,=much) knit-picking, choos(e)y, fussy, the Apple of the king's eye New Old Waltz (Hombre porquerizo) Hace mucho tiempo en el mundo existió. Un porquerizo, un hombre de piedra Y una princesa, una doncella orgullosa era Un día se encontraron y él dio un paso adelante y dijo: Cruz en el caramelo, que buena mamá pareces ser Mira que vestido, muy ajustado. Está enmascarado, ¿eh? Sal del camino, eras un acechador inusual para mí. Soy una princesa, prácticamente sorbo. Mi nombre es kunnigunda, el oro del rey. You, not slowly at all, be a bit modern Listen to me drumming on my frying pan digg digg pop tjong on the feretory What funny a song you have just played, haven't you? If you teach me to play the drum you will be able to kiss my mouth Every girl has a mouth, what about for a song (for nothing)? Drink out of the Brook, live on ((off)) the soil If you have a penny in your pocket you can manage yourself You were barefaced, you did not find gold, but you can touch my frying pan Digg digg pop Tú, nada despacio, sé un poco moderno. Escúchame tamborilear en mi sartén Digg digg pop... Tjong en el relicario, qué canción tan festiva acabas de tocar, ¿eh? Si me enseñas a tocar el tambor, puedes besar mi boca. Todas las chicas tienen boca, ¿no se te ocurre un centavo? Bebe del arroyo, vive en la tierra. Si tienes un centavo en el bolsillo, puedes estar solo Fuiste descarado, no conseguiste oro. Pero quiero tocar tu sartén Digg digg pop... It is hightime, it was a good dance, the bride must be in a hurry What on earth (what ever, what the devil) do you see in him? ((Wild gooses)) good chances flow easily where it looks bonny, it sounds green, the sound of a lajban Let us make a deal, we say great deal or we stand (apart) I am going to be a modern swineherd, the king's right hand Me as a princess? Of course you are in fashion (fashionably) Then take my thigh, take my frying pan Sonó el rebozuelo, era un buen baile, la novia debe tener prisa. ¿Qué diablos ves en él? Las ollas abundan La olla donde suena lindo, suena verde, el sonido de un lajban Hacemos un trato, lo aceptamos o nos quedamos Voy a ser un porquerizo moderno, oro del rey. ¿Yo como princesa? Por supuesto que estás a la moda Entonces toma mi muslo, toma mi sartén He as a princess, modern man in clips Taken out of the racetrack (field, ground, court) by a patrol (squad) She, as a lady swineherd, acts the bride wearing a tie She drove the man crazy, she played bhang You can make the best of a bad bargain Él como princesa, hombre moderno en clips. Sacado de la cancha por una patrulla Ella porquerizo, sorbe a la novia con corbata Enloqueció al hombre, jugó a la marihuana La muerte en la olla cambia su olla. ((You can read the grimm brothers, Charles perrault, hans Christian andersen, selma lagerlof, leon tolstoi, august and friedrich schlegel, and so on)) New-Old Waltz (Hip pig breeder) Once upon a time there was A pig breeder, a really cool man And a princess, a proud maiden she was One day they met and he stepped up to her and said: Gosh almighty, you seem to be a cool lady Look at that dress, really happening Is there a fancy dress party or something? Get lost, you're such a peasant I'm a princess, rather prudish My name is Cunigunda, the king's sweetheart Hey, take it easy, chill out Listen to me drumming on my saucepan Dig dig pop... Oops, such a groovy tune you drummed just there If you teach me how to drum you can kiss me Every girl has a mouth, what about a coin instead? I drink from the brook, I eat soil If you have a coin in your pocket you're better off You're such a cheeky devil, you won't get any gold But I want to drum on your saucepan Dig dig pop... Bang, gosh, the girl's in a hurry What's so special about it? There are lots of saucepans That saucepan sounds groovy, a cool sound, a nice ring to it Let's make a deal, take it or leave it I'll be a hip pig breeder, and you can be the king's sweetheart Me as a princess? Sure, I'm hip Then take my drum, take my saucepan He, as a princess, a hip man wearing clip-on ties Was thrown out of the castle by the guards She, as a pig breeder, a prudish chick wearing a tie Drove everybody mad, playing her saucepan Trading your ѕaucepan turned out to be a really bad ideа ((((Sweet dreams=dulces sueños The short waves=las ondas cortas The music stars=las estrellas de la música vom=from ein=a mit dir in=with you in am Lago Maggiore=in Main Lake Und=and)))) 15/7/2024
The Polly Brown song " do you believe in love at first sight "was later covered by Dionne Warwick in 1977 it failed to chart . Of course, Hazell Dean here at only 19 yrs old would persevere to eventually have big hits in the 80s with a different style altogether.
Warum nur, warum Warum nur, warum muß alles vergehen? Oh… warum nur, warum bleibt gar nichts bestehen? Du gehst von mir, drehst dich nicht um Gib mir die Antwort - warum nur, warum? Warum nur, warum blühen Blumen so schön Oh…. wenn sie schon bald verblühen und vergehen? Ein Traum entflieht, die Stunden sind um Bitte, gib mir die Antwort - warum nur, warum? Oft hör' ich dein Wort: Ewig bin ich dein Ich hab' dir geglaubt, doch es war nur Schein Mmm… warum nur, warum muß alles so sein? Oh… warum nur, warum bin ich nun so allein? Bevor du gehѕt, dreh einmal dich um Und dann gib mir die Antwort - warum nur, warum? Warum? Wаrum? Why just why Why has all to die? Oh why is nothing left? You leave me, do not turn about Give me the answer: why? Por qué sólo por qué? ¿Por qué todo tiene que perecer? Oh... ¿por qué, por qué no queda nada? Me dejas, no te des la vuelta Dame la respuesta: ¿por qué, por qué? Why do the flowers blossom so nicely? Oh if soon they wilt, Wither, and fade out A dream escapes, the hours run out ¿Por qué las flores florecen tan bellamente? Oh…. si pronto se marchitan y desaparecen? Un sueño se escapa, las horas se acaban Please give me the answer: why? Often i hear your word: i am yours for ever I believed you but it was just an illusion Por favor dame la respuesta: ¿por qué, por qué? A menudo escucho tu palabra: soy tuyo para siempre Te creí, pero fue solo una ilusión. Hum why has all to be that way? Oh why am i so alone now? Before you go, turn about and then give the answer: why? Mmm… ¿por qué, por qué todo tiene que ser así? Oh... ¿por qué, por qué estoy tan solo ahora? Antes de irte, date la vuelta Y luego dame la respuesta: ¿por qué, por qué? ¿Por qué? ¿POR QUÉ? 2/6/2024
Incredible to think thatr Brotherhood of Man won this contest by a mere two votes, with Co-Co in second place with "Wake Up." It's also sad to see Frank Ifield coming 12th and last. He toiled manfully with a decidedly average song. Tony Christie, too, sang well, but the song wasn't strong enough. He came third. I rather liked Tammy Jones singing "Love's a Carousel" (sixth). The right song won, of course, and became a Eurovision classic.
Difficult to believe Abba is only 15 years in the future. I feel that having three-digit number places on the scoreboard was optimistic, though thorough.
The best German Eurovision song in history from the best voice in German pop history won: Ein Lied kann eine Brücke sein (A Song Can be a Bridge). There's one very awkward line in the chorus (Und jeder Ton ist wie ein Stein) which makes my intestines freeze every time I listen to it.
I was fourteen-years-of-age, and on an 'exchange visit' to Paris, to stay with the family of Philippe Burie, in the Rue des Mathurins, when I watched this; and I was actually embarrassed when we won! Loved Luxembourg's entry: and I'm sure it had greater longevity than 'Puppet'.
Switzerland is my favourite. I must say, the song contest in 1959 was so much more classy and cultured than what we are forced to endure and tolerate these days.
