My Lullaby; Min Vuggesang
English Version
Sleep, my little Kovu
Let your dreams take wing
One day when you're big and strong
You will be a king
I've been exiled, persucuted
Left alone with no defense
When I think of what that brute did
I get a little tense
But I dream a dream so pretty
That I don't feel so depressed
'Cause it soothes my inner kitty
And it helps me get some rest
The sound of Simba's dying gasp
His daughter squealing in my grasp
His lionesses' mournful cry
That's my lullaby
Now the past I've tried forgetting
And my foes I could forgive
Trouble is I knows it's petty
But I hate to let them live
So you found yourself somebody
who'd chase Simba up a tree
Oh, the battle may be bloody
but that kind of works for me
The melody of angry growls
A counterpoint of painful howls
A symphony of death, oh my!
That's my lullaby
Scar is gone... but Zira's still around
To love this little lad
Till he learns to be a killer
With a lust for being bad!
Sleep, ya little termite!
Uh-- I mean, precious little thing!
One day when you're big and strong
You will be a king!
The pounding of the drums of war
The thrill of Kovu's mighty roar
The joy of vengeance Testify!
I can hear the cheering
Kovu! What a guy!
Payback time is nearing
And then our flag will fly
Against a blood-red sky
That's my lullaby!
Norwegian Version
Sov min lille Kovu
Drøm det du for mor
Når du en gang vokser opp
Blir du kongen vår
Jeg ble utvist over natten
Ingen spurte om jeg led
Når jeg tenker på den katten
Så blir jeg ganske vred
Men jeg har en drøm som jager
Depresjonene på dør
Den gjør kål på alle plager
Og forhøyer mitt humør
Det er om Simbas siste stund
Når datteren vrir seg i min munn
Løvinneflokkens fall i rang
Er min vuggesang
Det som var det bør man glemme
Gammel strid bør legges bi
Men jeg er nok av de slemme
Syns at slikt er hykleri
Jeg vet en som er så modig
At han løser din konflikt
Den bataljen blir for blodig
Men jeg setter pris på slikt
Et potpurri av plagsomt pryl
Som kom fra tungt forpinte hyl
En dødsdans som er tung og lang
Er min vuggesang
Scar er vekk, men Zira er jo her
Og hun har avlet frem
Nok en sønn med gromme gener
Vent til han blir like slem
Sov din lille pelsdott
Og unnskyld bli nå ikke sår
Når du en gang vokser opp
Blir du kongen vår
Da gjør han enhver løve stum
Med lyden av de dype brøl
Vi skal juble! Dagen lang!
Tiden er snart inne
Kovu står på sprang!
Jeg vet vi vil vinne
Og bryte Simba's tvang
Han går av kjødets gang
I min vuggesang!
English Translation
Sleep my little Kovu
Dream it for mother
Once you grow up
You'll become our king
I was exiled over the night
No one asked if I suffered
When I think about that cat
Then I become pretty angry
But I have a dream that chases
The depressions away
It kills all troubles
And increase my mood
It is about Simba's last moment
When his daughter twists in my mouth
The lioness pride's fall in rank
Is my lullaby
What once was one should forget
Old fauds should be put to rest
But I am one of the villains
I think such things are hypocracy
I know of one who is so brave
That he'll solve your conflict
That battle will be too bloody
But I appriciate such things
A symphony of pesky beatings
Which came from heavily tormented shrieks
A dance of death which is heavy and long
Is my lullaby
Scar is gone, but Zira is here
And she has bred forth
Another son with excellent genes
Just wait til he becomes equally evil
Sleep you little furball
Oh sorry don't get hurt
Once you grow up
You will become our king
Then he will make all lions mute
With the sound of his deep roars
We will cheer! All day long!
It is almost time
Kovu is getting ready!
I know we will win
And break Simba's force
He's nearing his end
In my lullaby!
English Version
Sleep, my little Kovu
Let your dreams take wing
One day when you're big and strong
You will be a king
I've been exiled, persucuted
Left alone with no defense
When I think of what that brute did
I get a little tense
But I dream a dream so pretty
That I don't feel so depressed
'Cause it soothes my inner kitty
And it helps me get some rest
The sound of Simba's dying gasp
His daughter squealing in my grasp
His lionesses' mournful cry
That's my lullaby
Now the past I've tried forgetting
And my foes I could forgive
Trouble is I knows it's petty
But I hate to let them live
So you found yourself somebody
who'd chase Simba up a tree
Oh, the battle may be bloody
but that kind of works for me
The melody of angry growls
A counterpoint of painful howls
A symphony of death, oh my!
That's my lullaby
Scar is gone... but Zira's still around
To love this little lad
Till he learns to be a killer
With a lust for being bad!
Sleep, ya little termite!
Uh-- I mean, precious little thing!
One day when you're big and strong
You will be a king!
The pounding of the drums of war
The thrill of Kovu's mighty roar
The joy of vengeance Testify!
I can hear the cheering
Kovu! What a guy!
Payback time is nearing
And then our flag will fly
Against a blood-red sky
That's my lullaby!
Norwegian Version
Sov min lille Kovu
Drøm det du for mor
Når du en gang vokser opp
Blir du kongen vår
Jeg ble utvist over natten
Ingen spurte om jeg led
Når jeg tenker på den katten
Så blir jeg ganske vred
Men jeg har en drøm som jager
Depresjonene på dør
Den gjør kål på alle plager
Og forhøyer mitt humør
Det er om Simbas siste stund
Når datteren vrir seg i min munn
Løvinneflokkens fall i rang
Er min vuggesang
Det som var det bør man glemme
Gammel strid bør legges bi
Men jeg er nok av de slemme
Syns at slikt er hykleri
Jeg vet en som er så modig
At han løser din konflikt
Den bataljen blir for blodig
Men jeg setter pris på slikt
Et potpurri av plagsomt pryl
Som kom fra tungt forpinte hyl
En dødsdans som er tung og lang
Er min vuggesang
Scar er vekk, men Zira er jo her
Og hun har avlet frem
Nok en sønn med gromme gener
Vent til han blir like slem
Sov din lille pelsdott
Og unnskyld bli nå ikke sår
Når du en gang vokser opp
Blir du kongen vår
Da gjør han enhver løve stum
Med lyden av de dype brøl
Vi skal juble! Dagen lang!
Tiden er snart inne
Kovu står på sprang!
Jeg vet vi vil vinne
Og bryte Simba's tvang
Han går av kjødets gang
I min vuggesang!
English Translation
Sleep my little Kovu
Dream it for mother
Once you grow up
You'll become our king
I was exiled over the night
No one asked if I suffered
When I think about that cat
Then I become pretty angry
But I have a dream that chases
The depressions away
It kills all troubles
And increase my mood
It is about Simba's last moment
When his daughter twists in my mouth
The lioness pride's fall in rank
Is my lullaby
What once was one should forget
Old fauds should be put to rest
But I am one of the villains
I think such things are hypocracy
I know of one who is so brave
That he'll solve your conflict
That battle will be too bloody
But I appriciate such things
A symphony of pesky beatings
Which came from heavily tormented shrieks
A dance of death which is heavy and long
Is my lullaby
Scar is gone, but Zira is here
And she has bred forth
Another son with excellent genes
Just wait til he becomes equally evil
Sleep you little furball
Oh sorry don't get hurt
Once you grow up
You will become our king
Then he will make all lions mute
With the sound of his deep roars
We will cheer! All day long!
It is almost time
Kovu is getting ready!
I know we will win
And break Simba's force
He's nearing his end
In my lullaby!
