Lyrics of Brevduer - Danny Maroc, Muri

Brevduer (original)

Hva skjer’a, kompis?
Lenge sia sist
Har bytta nummer i det siste, og jeg vet at du har ringt
Hvordan er ferien din?
Kommer du deg igjennom?
Hørte fra moren din, du får besøk innimellom
Det er fett, og du vet selv jeg hadde kommet
Men de slipper ikke inn meg fordi jeg er domfelt
Jeg vet at du vet at jeg ikke har glemt deg
Har du mottatt cash?
Ja, for gutta skal ha sendt deg
Jeg vet i cella, for verden blir man blind, bror
Hjemmelengsel, så her har du et vindu
Moren din, hun har det bra, selv om hun gråter litt
Er innom nå og da, og oppmuntrer henne litt
Her i hooden er ting det samme gamle
Utenom at vi er på gressbanen ofte og spiller ball, men
Vi savner deg på laget, alle gutta teller dager
Når du kommer tilbake, så blir det bra dager
Jeg sender deg et brev, håper at du lever vel
Og at tida renner fort på innsida til vi ses igjen
Så jeg håper at mitt brev fargelegger din vegg
Når dagene er grå og du lengter etter å komme hjem
Til vi sees igjen, sees igjen, sees igjen
Til vi sees igjen, sees igjen, sees igjen
Til vi sees igjen, sees igjen, sees igjen
Til vi sees igjen, sees igjen, sees igjen
(Er vi brevduer)
Hva skjer’a, Danny?
Tusen takk for brevet
Det betyr mye, og jeg vet at du vet det
Godt å høre at alle har det bra
Her i gråsonen lever jeg dag for dag
Det er sant det de sier, at man bare er et nummer
Et dyr i bur, for det meste innelåst på rommet
Mange snakker som det er fett, de bare later som
Stress og angst følger med, det er noe de ikke snakker om
Holdes våken av folk, de skriker om natta
Eneste jeg tenker på, min fortvilende mamma
Det spiser meg innvendig
Jeg gjorde det jeg måtte, men det endte uheldig
Prøver å se framover, gå på skole, pumpe vekter, lese bøker sent på kvelden
Ser på friheten fra vinduet, de stundene jeg lengter
Det hjalp meg veldig mye at du sendte dette brevet
Det er kjedelig som faen her, så, bror, send meg flere

(translation)

What's going on, buddy?
Long last time
Changed my number lately and I know you called
How is your holiday?
Will you get through?
Heard from your mother, you get visitors from time to time
It's fat and you know even I had come
But they don't let me in because I'm a convict
I know that you know that I have not forgotten you
Have you received cash?
Yes, because the guys must have sent you
I know in cella, for the world one goes blind, brother
Homesick, so here you have a window
Your mother, she is fine, although she is crying a little
Stop by every now and then and give her some encouragement
Here in the hood, things are the same old
Except that we are on the grass field often and play ball, but
We miss you on the team, all the guys are counting days
When you come back, it will be good days
I am sending you a letter, hope you are well
And that time is running fast on the inside until we meet again
So I hope that my letter colors your wall
When the days are gray and you long to come home
Until we see you again, see you again, see you again
Until we see you again, see you again, see you again
Until we see you again, see you again, see you again
Until we see you again, see you again, see you again
(Are We Carrier Pigeons)
What's going on, Danny?
Thank you very much for the letter
It means a lot and I know you know it
Glad to hear that everyone is doing well
Here in the gray zone, I live day by day
It's true what they say, you're just a number
A caged animal, mostly locked in the room
A lot of people talk like it's fat, they're just pretending
Stress and anxiety come with it, it's something they don't talk about
Kept awake by people, they scream at night
The only thing I can think of is my desperate mother
It eats me up inside
I did what I had to, but it ended badly
Trying to look ahead, go to school, pump weights, read books late at night
Looking at the freedom from the window, the moments I long for
It helped me very much that you sent this letter
It's boring as hell here, so, bro, send me more