Blomsten er rød (af Harry Chapin, oversat af Niels Hausgaard)

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1 Blomsten er rød (af Harry Chapin, oversat af Niels Hausgaard) På den allerførste skoledag fik de farver og papir. Den lille dreng farved arket fuldt. Han ku bare ik la vær. Og lærerinden sagde: Hvad er dét unge mand? Det er blomster, sagde han. Hun sagde: Nu ikke noget med kunst, unge mand. I øvrigt er blomster røde og grøn. Hver ting til sin tid, unge mand. Det her er ikke leg. Du må lære at tage lidt7 hensyn. Der er jo andre i klassen end dig. Hun sagde: Blomsten er rød, unge mand. Stilken er grøn. Sådan maler man en blomst, og det har man altid gjort. Så sådan skal man også blive ved med at gøre! Men den lille dreng sagde: Hvad så med farverne i regnbuen? Hvad så med farverne når solen går ned? Hvad med alle de andre farver? Må de så ik vær med? Jeg skal lære dig og være fræk! sagde hun. Du skal vide, hvad der er rigtigt og forkert. Og nu maler du blomster, som blomster skal se ud. Og så siger du efter mig: Blomsten er rød, unge mand... Men den lille dreng sagde: Hvad så med farverne i regnbuen... Da blev lærerinden virkelig vred. Hun smed drengen udenfor døren. Nu står du her, og kommer ikke ind før du kan opføre dig som andre børn. Den lille dreng følte sig ensom. Tårerne begyndte at trille. Til sidst gik han ind til lærerinden og sagde ligeså stille. Han sagde: Blomsten er rød, stilken er grøn... Tiden gik, som tiden gør. Drengens far og mor sku flyt. Så han måtte begynde i en anden skole.

2 Hvor alting var så fuldstændig nyt. Lærerinden smilede venligt. Hun sagde, det skal være sjovt at male. Der er så mange farver i blomsterne. Kom, lad os male dem alle! Men drengens blomster var røde og grønne. De stod i række og geled. Da lærerinden spurgte ham hvorfor, sagde han og kigged ned. Han sagde: Blomsten er rød. Stilken er grøn. Sådan maler man en blomst, og det har man altid gjort. Og sådan vil man altid gøre. Flowers are Red by Harry Chapin The little boy went first day of school He got some crayons and started to draw He put colors all over the paper For colors was what he saw And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man I'm paintin' flowers he said She said... It's not the time for art young man And anyway flowers are green and red There's a time for everything young man And a way it should be done You've got to show concern for everyone else For you're not the only one And she said... Flowers are red young man Green leaves are green There's no need to see flowers any other way Than they way they always have been seen But the little boy said... There are so many colors in the rainbow So many colors in the morning sun So many colors in the flower and I see every one Well the teacher said.. You're sassy There's ways that things should be And you'll paint flowers the way they are So repeat after me... And she said... Flowers are red young man Green leaves are green

3 There's no need to see flowers any other way Than they way they always have been seen But the little boy said... There are so many colors in the rainbow So many colors in the morning sun So many colors in the flower and I see every one The teacher put him in a corner She said.. It's for your own good.. And you won't come out 'til you get it right And are responding like you should Well finally he got lonely Frightened thoughts filled his head And he went up to the teacher And this is what he said.. and he said Flowers are red, green leaves are green There's no need to see flowers any other way Than the way they always have been seen Time went by like it always does And they moved to another town And the little boy went to another school And this is what he found The teacher there was smilin' She said...painting should be fun And there are so many colors in a flower So let's use every one But that little boy painted flowers In neat rows of green and red And when the teacher asked him why This is what he said.. and he said Flowers are red, green leaves are green There's no need to see flowers any other way Than the way they always have been seen. Layout, design, images, and user-contributed text are Copyright HarryChapin.com: The Harry Chapin Archive.