Fra Jylland Til København Lyrics Translation: Mumler Ikke | Mumle
Mumle’s track from the album ‘Mumler Ikke’ pulls you straight into rural Denmark before hurling you into cityscapes. Lyricists Julia Kathrine Hansen and Magnus Østergaard, who also compose the music, mix tractor rides and neighborly trust with Copenhagen’s ATM lines and sideways glances. It’s a warm hug of nostalgia wrapped around big-city jitters.
Released: October 25, 2024
Fra Jylland til København
Mumle • From “Mumler Ikke”
Lyricist
Julia Kathrine Hansen, Magnus Østergaard, Mark Steinbach, Tim Steinbach
Composer
Julia Kathrine Hansen, Magnus Østergaard, Mark Steinbach, Tim Steinbach, Oochie, Jesper Vivid Vestergaard
Mumler Ikke’s Fra Jylland til København Danish Lyrics English Translation
She sings about catching lifts on tractors when buses strike, contrasting it with scanning streets ‘to avoid any dangerous strangers.’ The distance between Jutland and Copenhagen isn’t just miles—it’s swapping field racing traditions for anonymous traffic, where even spring announces itself differently. Her voice cracks remembering how ‘every single soul knew your name.’
Tag Mig Hjem Til Hvor Jeg Kom FraTake me home to where I’m from.
Hvor Alle Folk Er På FornavnWhere everyone’s on a first-name basis.
Og Busserne De Strejker Gang På GangAnd the buses strike time and again,
Så Man Får Lift I En TraktorSo you catch a lift on a tractor.
I Stedet For At Ta En TaxaInstead of hailing a cab,
Min Nabo Kør Ogs Efter SolnedgangMy neighbor’s out driving even after sunset.
Føler Mig Lille Her I StadenI feel so small here in the city,
Midt På Lille IstedgadeRight in the middle of ‘Lille Istedgade’.
Og Med Kø Til Hver HæveautomatAnd with lines at every ATM,
Med Kanyleboks Og KaosFilled with ‘needle disposal bins’ and chaos.
Hvor Vi Kvinder Kigger Bag OsWhere we women look behind us,
For Undgå Enhver PsykopatTo avoid any dangerous strangers.
Hvis Man Tog ProvinsenIf you took the countryside,
Gav Den Mere Af Det MesteAnd gave it more of everything.
Ku Du Se Mit Liv I En Ny VersionYou’d see my life in a new light.
Det Her Er Storby-støj Ik Larm Fra En LandevejThis is big city noise, not the hum of a country road.
Hver Enkelt DelEvery single part,
Jeg Ville Ønske Du Ku Se DetI wish you could see it.
Fra En Bondegård Til VesterbroFrom a farmhouse to ‘Vesterbro’,
Både I Morgensolen Og Som En NatteravnIn the morning sun and as a night owl.
Der Er Langt Fra Jylland Til KøbenhavnIt’s a long way from Jutland to Copenhagen.
Svært At Vænne Sig Til RejsekortIt’s hard getting used to the ‘transit card’,
Når Man Kørte Bil Da Man Var 12 ÅrWhen you’ve been driving since you were twelve.
For Markræs Var En Hellig TraditionSince ‘field racing’ was a sacred tradition.
Og Man Ka Se Når Det Blir ForårAnd you can tell when spring’s here,
En Cyklist Eller En KronhjortA cyclist or a red deer.
Alt Bevæger Sig Ud I MiddagssolEverything moves out into the midday sun.
Et Andet Liv Her I StadenA different life here in the city.
Der Er Bare Liv Og Glade DagThere’s just so much hustle and bustle.
Ik En Sjæl Ligger Mærk’ Til Mit VisitNot a single soul notices my visit.
Ved Ik Hvem Der Kommer Bag OsI don’t know who’s coming up behind us,
To Cyklister Kæmpe KaosTwo cyclists, absolute chaos.
Blir Nok Aldrig Vant Til Storbyens TrafikI’ll probably never get used to the city traffic.
Hvis Man Tog Provinsen Gav Den Mere Af Det MesteIf you took the sticks and gave ’em more of everything,
Ku Du Se Mit Liv I En Ny VersionYou’d see my life in a whole new light.
Det Her Er Storby-støj Ik Larm Fra En LandevejThis is big city noise, not the rumble of a country road.
Hver Enkelt Del Jeg Ville Ønske Du Ku Se DetEvery little bit, I wish you could see it.
Fra En Bondegård Til VesterbroFrom a farmstead to ‘Vesterbro’,
Både I Morgensolen Og Som En NatteravnIn the morning sun and as a night owl.
Der Er Langt Fra Jylland Til KøbenhavnJutland feels worlds away from Copenhagen.
Ik Som ProvinsenIt’s not like the countryside.
Gid Jeg Ku Vise DetI wish I could show you.
Mor Jeg Har Set Hver Eneste Ting Du Talte OmMom, I’ve seen every single thing you spoke of.
Der Er Langt Fra Jylland Til KøbenhavnThere’s quite a distance from Jutland to Copenhagen.
Looking for the ‘Fra Jylland til København’ lyrics translation? It tells the ache of trading open fields for metro cards and urban noise. Mumle makes provincial longing sound universal—you’ll taste the soil and smell the city’s exhaust in every verse of this immigrant’s lullaby.
