Lyrics of Uanset Hvad I Siger - Clemens

Uanset Hvad I Siger (original)

Det er lidt utroligt, hvor meget lort man skal høre på
Hvor mange der stiller sig i vejen, for det man forsøger på
I ku' lig’så godt la' vær', for vi kører på
— er stadig derude, hvor kun få tør at gå
I reagerer, som I altid har gjort
Det blev lidt stort, en smule efterspurgt, så I snakker lort
Men jeres meninger bli’r mere og mere uinteressante
Jeg er efterhånden ved at blive vant til jante
Jeg ved, at en person der har travlt med andre
I virkeligheden helst ser sin egen situation forandret
Alle skal være lige, og flere prøver at stoppe dig
I stedet for at ta' fat i sig selv — prøve at oppe sig
Det er synd og skam for de, der kan deres kram
For stiller man sig frem, tror I man er nem at ramm'
For det er lettere at rive ned end at bygge op
Man er nød' til at blive ved, hvis man vil rykke op
Så uanset hvad I si’r — hvor uforstående I stirr’r
Uanset om pressen skrig’r — hvor fornærmede I bli’r
Hvor mange knubs det gi’r, at ville lave lidt papir
— I får os aldrig til at skifte gear
Jeg sagde, uanset hvad I si’r — hvor uforstående i stirr’r
Uanset om pressen skrig’r — hvor fornærmede I bli’r
Hvor mange knubs det gi’r, at ville lave lidt papir
— I får os aldrig til at skifte gear
Der er en sjov tendens i dette land
Den ene halvdel er beskæftiget med at rette den and’n
Så vi kan alle rende rundt og hakke på hinand’n
I stedet for at man støtter dem, man er iblandt
I det de finder interessant — det er vel det, de bedst kan
Denne hakken tynder helt sikkert ud i bestand’n
Af folk der tør forfølge det, de føler kærlighed for
Og ofre det det koster at få færdigheder
Når verden er utaknemmelig — og folk pludselig bli’r væmmelig'
Hvis man har svært ved at holde det, at man er god til noget, hemmeligt
Så billedet af vor tids kulturscene er mindre nuanceret
Og sprudlende frodigt end det ku' ha' været
Det er ærgerligt, at den ene ikke under den anden succes
For så er der længere tid imellem, at man ser noget nyt ske
I et land der i forvejen er så overdrevet fredeligt
At det grænser til at være direkte kedeligt
En grå plet på min globus — hallo, det er snart år 2 tus
Jeg må holde min mission i fokus
Du kender ikke min person, min mission eller min art
Ved ikke, hvor mange mennesker jeg har truffet, siden tingen tog fart
Hvilke omkostninger det har at spille min part
Så lig’så snart du ikke forstår, hvad jeg mener, er jeg for smart
Måske siger jeg ting for hårdt, eller ogs' er du for sart
Jeg har ikke skiftet karakter siden lortets start
— Men der var jeg bare ikke lig’så kendt
Så dér kom du ikke hen og ville være min ven
TÆNK — du sendte mig ikke engang et blink
Nu prøver du at score gratis drinks og professionelle vink
Det bør du la' vær' med — det kan sgu gøre mig fornærmet
Den ene råber mig i fjæset, den anden hiver mig i ærmet
Chill — jeg ved, hvad jeg vil, og hvor jeg kommer fra
Så jeg vil skide på din kommentar, om hvad du synes om mig, nar
Lad mig fortælle hvad der gemmer sig i denne rods ho’d
Som sagt på første album træder vi ind i en ny period'
68'erne er selv blevet dem, de gjorde oprør imod
Tilbage står den glemte generation- nyt blod
Og det må være min pligt at give dem nyt mod

(translation)

It's kind of unbelievable how much crap you have to listen to
How many stand in the way of what you are trying to do
You'd better let it go, because we're moving on
— is still out there where few dare to go
You are reacting as you always have
It got a little big, a little in demand, so you guys are talking shit
But your opinions are becoming more and more uninteresting
I'm gradually getting used to jante
I know that a person who is busy with others
In reality prefers to see one's own situation changed
Everyone must be equal, and several try to stop you
Instead of beating yourself up — try to pick yourself up
It is a sin and shame for those who know their hugs
Because if you stand up, you think you're easy to hit'
Because it is easier to tear down than to build up
You have to keep going if you want to move up
So no matter what you say — how uncomprehending you stare
No matter if the press screams — how offended you will be
How many hugs it gives to want to make some paper
— You never make us change gears
I said, no matter what you say — how uncomprehending you stare
No matter if the press screams — how offended you will be
How many hugs it gives to want to make some paper
— You never make us change gears
There is a funny trend in this country
One half is busy fixing the other
So we can all run around and pick at each other
Instead of supporting those you are among
In what they find interesting — I guess that's what they do best
This hoe is definitely thinning out the stock
Of people who dare to pursue what they feel love for
And sacrifice what it costs to gain skills
When the world is ungrateful — and people suddenly turn nasty'
If you have difficulty keeping the fact that you are good at something a secret
So the picture of the cultural scene of our time is less nuanced
And exuberantly lush than it could have been
It's a shame that one doesn't succeed the other
Because then there is a longer time between seeing something new happen
In a country that is so excessively peaceful in the first place
That it borders on being downright boring
A gray spot on my globe — hello, it's soon to be the year 2 thousand
I must keep my mission in focus
You don't know my person, my mission or my species
Don't know how many people I've met since the thing took off
What is the cost of playing my part
So as soon as you don't understand what I mean, I'm too smart
Maybe I say things too harshly, or maybe you're too delicate
I haven't changed character since the shit started
— But I just wasn't as well known there
So you didn't come there and want to be my friend
THINK — you didn't even send me a wink
Now you're trying to score free drinks and pro tips
You should leave it at that — it might offend me
One yells at my face, the other tugs at my sleeve
Chill — I know what I want and where I'm coming from
So I'm going to shit on your comment about what you think about me, fool
Let me tell you what's in this root's ho'd
As said on the first album, we are entering a new period'
The 68ers have themselves become what they rebelled against
What remains is the forgotten generation - new blood
And it must be my duty to give them new courage