Translation of the song lyrics Nattens Sønner - Klovner I Kamp

Nattens Sønner (original)

I Oslo bys kulisser kan du skimte nattens snner
De var en familie pҐ fire, en mor, en datter og to snner.
Den eldste solgte bnner, rocka speed og eide gunner.
Riktignok var den plombert men hadde likevel effekt,
den ga respekt, skapte skrekk og jagde hverdagshelter vekk.
Han begynte i det smҐ, sҐ ble han frekkere og frekkere.
Det vakke lenger penger nok i hekkere.
SҐ la han en plan med en kumpan og sammen stjal de en Merce.
De kr¦sja inn i en databutikk og stakk av med stashet.
Et brekk ble fort til flere, ville ha mere, gutten mista tellinga.
Hvem vet hva som drev ham, var det spenna eller spenninga?
Hans venner var harde, hans fiender var snuten.
Ja, gutten var brҐtt blitt voksen, familien greiden seg uten.
Han fikk seg fet leilighet.
… pule damer ble rutine, de tynne med silikon og masse brunkrem i trynet,
som vil ha kl¦r.
Men han ga ogsҐ damene sine — bank, uten Ґ fortrekke en mine.
For han var kald og hjertels, aldri nervs, hard mot de harde,
serist samvittighetsls.
Han brukte bol for Ґ bli sv¦r, tok sol og pleide seg selv.
Han brukte avbitertang — nҐr han krevde inn gjeld.
Han sto hvis noen slo’n, han regjerte fra tronen,
for han var kongen i miljet og fornyd med situasjonen.
Men det var noe i drmmene hans om natta som plaga’n —
det var en tolv Ґr gammel spinkel bleik og blodig gutt som jaga’n.
Pass deg nҐ.
Veit du bare ville v¦re rҐ.
Du ville leve uten grenser,
men det er en ting du ikke enser,
samme hva du mҐtte tro sҐ fikk det store konsekvenser.
Pass deg nҐ, pass deg nҐ.
Hun hadde mange drmmer, fikk den mannen hun elsket, to snner og en datter,
i mange Ґr var huset fylt med av latter.
Kl.
5 etter arbeidet nҐr mannen kom hjem, la han hendene
rundt kona si og ga hun en klem.
SҐnn holdt det frem, men en dag hoppa mannen
over
kosen.
Han stinka billig parfyme, og lukta ugler i mosen.
SҐ la han kortene pҐ
bordet
og forklarte situasjonen.
Han hadde mtt en annen dame og ville skilles fra
konen.
— hun ble snderknust, delagt, desp og forbanna, men hun kjempa som en gal,
for Ґ fҐ
retten til barna.
Ville holde dem samla, og gi ungene kj¦rlighet,
gi dem trygghet nҐr
de vokste opp og l¦re dem om ¦rlighet.
Det ble en tff tid med regninger og mat
som
skulle kjpes, hun jobba ekstra pҐ kveldene for Ґ fҐ endene til Ґ mtes.
Og ungene de
vokste opp, og mҐtte ta til takke med, at mora aldri var der nҐr de trengte en Ґ
snakke med.
Hun skjnte det og rmte inn i skuffelse og bitterhet,
nҐ drakk hun — for
Ґ gjemme vekk sin dҐrlige samvittighet.
Skremme vekk fornemmelsen av sakte Ґ
kveles
i en tanke om at alt hun hadde ofret var forgjeves.
Pass deg nҐ.
Ingen er der til Ґ passe pҐ.
Fr du visste ordet av det, sa det ste
livet ha det, det Ґ reise seg er tft nҐr den du elsker gҐr i fra deg.
Pass deg nҐ, pass deg nҐ.
Det er en evig sken fra den dagen man fdes.
Jeg har eldre ssken sj¦l sҐ jeg veit hvordan det fles.
For tidlig skal du krkes om du god bror skal bli.
SҐ fr lillebror i storien vi forteller fylte ti var han sikker i sitt svar,
han ville bli som broren var, stor og hard,
der fant han trsten i sin mangel av en far,
men med dҐrlig karakterer fikk han masse stress fra moren,
sҐ han gjorde som broren, og ga F i hele skolen.
Dette skjedde pҐ den tiden da 501 var popul¦rt,
han brt seg inn i en sjappe og solgte det han hadde stj¦lt.
Ville fortelle sin bror, han var sҐ stolt og ville skryte,
men broren lo bare rҐtt av ham og kaldte han en pyse.
«Jeg skal nok bevise, at jeg kan trre, at jeg duger»
Men broren sa;
«Du tr ikke en dritt, du bare juger».
Jeg lover deg en storebror som hҐner deg er v¦rre enn du aner,
sҐ nҐ lҐ han pҐ sitt rom og lagde planer.
Snen kom den natten gutten tok aff¦re, han sneik seg ut pҐ balkongen,
og klatra fort ned fra fjerde.
Hva hadde han i gj¦re?
Han gikk bort til en kjerre, fikk opp lҐsen, kobla motorn, og fikk start pҐ
den desverre.
Hundre og tjue, hundre og tredve, plutslig gҐre alt for fort.
SҐ kommer et smell, det eksploderer i sort.
Snen faller og faller som for
Ґ si at alt er slutt.
I vraket ligger liket av en 12 Ґr gammel gutt.
Hvil deg nҐ, du var den som ingen passet pҐ.
Du ville alle skulle se deg,
men nҐ hviler du i fred, Jeg vet at englene skal passe pҐ sҐ ingenting
skal skje deg.
Hvil deg nҐ, hvil deg nҐ.
I Oslo bys kulisser kan du skimte nattens snner

Nattens Sønner (translation)

In Oslo city's scenery, you can glimpse the lights of the night
They were a family of four, a mother, a daughter and two brothers.
The oldest sold beans, rocked speed and owned guns.
Admittedly, it was sealed but still had an effect,
it commanded respect, created terror and chased away everyday heroes.
He started small, then became ruder and ruder.
There is no longer enough money in nesters.
Then he made a plan with a friend and together they stole a Merce.
They crashed into a computer store and ran away with a bang.
A break quickly turned into several, wanted more, the boy lost count.
Who knows what drove him, was it excitement or excitement?
His friends were hard, his enemies were mean.
Yes, the boy had grown up quickly, the family managed without him.
He got himself a nice apartment.
... pule ladies became routine, the thin ones with silicone and a lot of tanning cream in their snouts,
who want clothes.
But he also gave his ladies—knock, without preempting a mine.
For he was cold and of heart, never of nerves, hard on the hard,
serious conscience
He used bol to get sick, sunbathed and took care of himself.
He used nippers — when collecting debts.
He stood if someone hit him, he ruled from the throne,
for he was the king of the environment and delighted with the situation.
But there was something in his dreams that night that plagued—
there was a twelve-year-old thin pale and bloody boy like the jaga'n.
Take care now.
Know you just wanted to be raw.
You would live without limits,
but there is one thing you do not agree with,
no matter what you might think, it had major consequences.
Take care now, take care now.
She had many dreams, got the man she loved, two sons and a daughter,
for many years the house was filled with laughter.
At
5 after work when the man came home, he laid his hands
around his wife and gave her a hug.
So it went on, but one day the man jumped
above
the cuddle.
He reeked of cheap perfume, and smelled owls in the moss.
Then he laid down the cards
the table
and explained the situation.
He had met another lady and wanted a divorce
the wife.
— she was shattered, broken, depressed and cursed, but she fought like a madman,
for Ґ fҐ
the right of the children.
Would keep them together, and give the kids love,
give them peace of mind now
they grew up teaching them about honesty.
It was a busy time with bills and food
as
was going to be bought, she worked extra in the evenings to make ends meet.
And those kids
grew up, and had to accept that their mother was never there when they needed a
speak with.
She saw it and fell into disappointment and bitterness,
nҐ she drank — for
Hiding away his bad conscience.
Scaring away the sensation of slow Ґ
suffocate
in a thought that everything she had sacrificed was in vain.
Take care now.
No one is there to look after.
Before you knew the word of it, it said
life has it, it gets up is tft when the one you love leaves you.
Take care now, take care now.
It is an eternal glow from the day one is born.
I have an older sibling so I know how it feels.
Too soon you will be worried if you are going to be a good brother.
So when the little brother in the story we tell turned ten, he was sure of his answer,
he wanted to be like his brother, big and tough,
there he found solace in his lack of a father,
but with bad grades he got a lot of stress from his mother,
so he did as his brother did, and gave F's throughout school.
This happened at the time when 501 was popular,
he broke into a store and sold what he had stolen.
Wanted to tell his brother, he was so proud and wanted to brag,
but the brother just laughed at him and called him a sissy.
"I'll probably prove that I can pull, that I'm good enough"
But the brother said;
"You don't give a shit, you just juggle."
I promise you a big brother who hates you is worse than you know,
so he lay in his room and made plans.
The snow came the night the boy took action, he crept out onto the balcony,
and climb down quickly from fourth.
What was he doing?
He walked over to a trailer, unlocked it, turned on the engine, and started it
unfortunately.
One hundred and twenty, one hundred and thirty, suddenly all too fast.
Then there's a bang, it explodes into black.
The snow is falling and falling
Ґ say that everything is over.
In the wreckage lies the body of a 12-year-old boy.
Rest now, you were the one no one cared about.
You wanted everyone to see you,
but now you rest in peace, I know the angels will watch over nothing
will happen to you.
Rest now, rest now.
In Oslo city's scenery, you can glimpse the lights of the night