Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baduah, artist - AtafDate of issue: 06.02.2005
Song language: Danish
Baduah(original) |
| Meri sadaa |
| Abh mujhe koun rok sakta |
| Baduah (Come on come on) |
| Jazba (yaw, yeah) |
| Meri sadaa (Velkommen til mit univers) |
| Abh mujhe koun rok sakta |
| Jeg er fra den 3. verden ik' langt fra Himalaya |
| Jeg' Kashmiri g mit navn er Ataf Khawaja |
| Men et sært barn har mange navne |
| Jeg er også kendt som Montano — Den Sorte Slyngel fra København |
| Jeg genkender al den sjov jeg lavede på Amager torv |
| Mig og mit slæng ude på rov |
| Jeg brød lov og orden gjorde livet til en fest |
| På flugt fra mit hjem yo jeg kendte min by bedst |
| Dybest i det her samfunds bund |
| Blev en lille baby ataf undfanget af en ung |
| Pige fra pakistan med en nar til mand |
| For han slog mor når frustrationerne blev for store |
| Men mor var fra en stolt kast' |
| Tog al den last på sine skuldre |
| Selvom hun altid var ved at smuldre |
| Jeg husker hvordan naboer sludrede og pludrede |
| Om hvorfor mor brugte for meget pudder |
| Jeg blev harm mit blod varmt |
| Når folk de sendte mig blikke der sagde stakkels barn |
| Det er ikke et under jeg blev et skarn |
| Baduah |
| Jazba |
| Meri sadaa |
| (translation) |
| Meri like that |
| Abh mujhe koun rok sakta |
| Baduah (Come on come on) |
| Jazba (yaw, yeah) |
| Meri sadaa (Welcome to my universe) |
| Abh mujhe koun rok sakta |
| I am from the 3rd world not far from the Himalayas |
| I' Kashmiri g my name is Ataf Khawaja |
| But a strange child has many names |
| I am also known as Montano — The Black Rogue from Copenhagen |
| I recognize all the fun I had on Amager torv |
| Me and my gang out on the hunt |
| I broke law and order made life a party |
| Running away from my home yo I knew my town best |
| Deep in the bottom of this society |
| Became a little baby ataf conceived by a young |
| Girl from Pakistan with a Junk for husband |
| Because he beat his mother when the frustrations became too great |
| But mother was from a proud caste' |
| Took all that burden on his shoulders |
| Although she was always about to crumble |
| I remember how neighbors chatted and chatted |
| About why mom used too much powder |
| I became resentful my blood warmed |
| When people they sent me looks that said poor child |
| It's no wonder I became a skunk |
| Baduah |
| Jazba |
| Meri like that |