Translation of the song lyrics Guantanamo - AMRO

Guantanamo (original)

Yeah, ay, de får os låst op ind' i Guantanamo igen, jaer
Trykker af nu, skyder til de rammer noget igen, jaer
Laver kløfter imellem os og brænder broer igen, jaer
Og vi bli’r låst op ind' i Guantanamo igen, jaer
Eow, dreng' er rebelske
Rykker ting sammen, de ka' sælg'
Dreng' har ikk' tid til at sidde i en celle med sig selv
Penge, para, fluus, jagter seddel
Dreng' er mere skurke end helte
Dreng' vil ha' det hel', men er tæt på at mist' alt
Dreng' har mest brug for noget hjælp, men
Dreng' ka' gøre mer' for at stop' volden blandt deres egen
Men de her stædig' dreng' har valgt deres vej
Og vi har ikk' brug for flere dreng', der ka' ryk' ud
Vi har ikk' brug for flere dreng', der ka' tryk' af
Vi har mange farver, men alt blod er rødt
Vi har aldrig haft nok dreng' bag vores ryg
Mama er altid utryg, bekymret hver nat
Spørg': «Hvor min' drenge hen'?
Hvor min' drenge hen'?»
«Sværger, sidst vi så ham, var han på vej hjem»
Gud ved, hvornår vi ser ham igen
Eow, de får os låst op ind' i Guantanamo igen, jaer
Trykker af nu, skyder til de rammer noget igen, jaer
Laver kløfter imellem os og brænder broer igen, jaer
Og vi bli’r låst op ind' i Guantanamo igen, jaer
Ai-ai-ai-ai-aah
Jeg sagde, ai-ai-ai-ai-ai
Jeg sagde, ai-ai-ai-ai
De får os låst op
Låst op i Guantanamo
Ai-ai-ai-ai-aah
Jeg sagde, ai-ai-ai-ai-ai
Jeg sagde, ai-ai-ai-ai
De får os låst op
Eow, hvor vores dreng' hen'?
Hvor vores dreng' hen'?
Dreng' har aldrig haft en chance for at lege lidt
Dreng' de har aldrig sendt deres mama på plejehjem
Dreng' ka' bli' ødelagt af livet på vejen hen
Defekte og fejlmeldte
Dreng' er godt nok blevet mere hårdkogt
Dreng' har fucked op
Dreng' har fået 16 for chop-chop
Dreng' har ingen tid på deres stop-clock
Hva' ska' de gå den vej for?
Dreng' har ikk' tid til at lege-lege
Dreng' må heller' kom' i arbejd'
Men dreng' får aldrig tommel op og high-five
Ingen tålmodighed — de prøver at ram' boksen
Og skynder sig for meget med at bli' voksne
Dreng' læser aldrig op til testen
For sent, når de endelig lærer lektien

(translation)

Yeah, ay, they got us locked up in Guantanamo again, yeah
Pushing off now, shooting until they hit something again, yay
Creating chasms between us and burning bridges again, jaer
And we'll be locked up in Guantanamo again, yeah
Eow, boy' is rebellious
Move things together, they can sell
Boy doesn't have time to sit in a cell with himself
Money, para, fluus, chasing note
Boy' are more villains than heroes
Boy wants it all, but is close to losing it all
Boy' needs some help the most, but
Boys can do more to stop violence among their own
But these stubborn 'boys' have chosen their way
And we don't need more boys who can move out
We don't need more boys who can print
We have many colors, but all blood is red
We never had enough boy' behind our backs
Mama is always uneasy, worried every night
Ask: "Where my boys go?"
Where my boys go?»
"I swear, the last time we saw him, he was on his way home"
God knows when we will see him again
Eow, they're getting us locked up in Guantanamo again, yeah
Pushing off now, shooting until they hit something again, yay
Creating chasms between us and burning bridges again, jaer
And we'll be locked up in Guantanamo again, yeah
Ai-ai-ai-ai-aah
I said, ai-ai-ai-ai-ai
I said, ai-ai-ai-ai
They get us unlocked
Unlocked in Guantanamo
Ai-ai-ai-ai-aah
I said, ai-ai-ai-ai-ai
I said, ai-ai-ai-ai
They get us unlocked
Eow, where our boy' gone?
Where our boy' gone?
Boy' never had a chance to play a little
Boy' they never sent their mama to a nursing home
Boy can you be destroyed by life on the way
Defective and error reported
Boy' has probably become more hard-boiled
Boy' has fucked up
Boy' got 16 for chop-chop
Boys' have no time on their stop-clock
What are they going that way for?
Boys don't have time to play-play
Boy better get to work
But boy' never gets a thumbs-up and high-five
No patience — they're trying to hit the box
And in too much of a hurry to grow up
Boy' never reads up for the test
Too late when they finally learn the lesson