Translation of the song lyrics Har Det - Murro, Omar

Har Det (original)

Glemmer aldrig den tid, hvor vi ikk' havde noget på lommen
Glemmer aldrig den tid, hvor de andre de hyggede, og vi
Alle de kolde vintre vi har holdt ud i kvarterets beton
Med fingere så kolde — ku' ingen gang hold' juu i en hånd, nej-nej
Men det var dengang
Bror, de havde ikk' så meget dengang
Tror, mama mistede håbet dengang
Når hun så ham i hans øjne, ku' hun ikk' kende ham, nej-nej
Gud havde en helt anden plan med ham
Med ham, med ham
Nu er lommen fyldt og kæden skinner
Skinner, skinner
De alle elsker jajo, prøv og hold' det laylow
Folk de snakker — nu min bror ind' og sid' igen
Shorta' altid tæt på - blinker blåt i ghettoen
Men der' ikk' så meget, de ka' gøre heromkring
For tror mig, bror, vi har det, har det, har det, har det
Ja, tror mig, bror, vi har det, har det, har det
Jeg, sagde «uh-uh»
Bror, prøv og se, hvor langt de nåede
Uanset hva' der sker, vil de altid være ghetto
Nu 'det lapper efter lapper, hva' for noget?
Når de ser på den nu
Ka' jeg se, at de tænker, «hva' der sket?»
Gud havde en helt anden plan med ham
Med ham, med ham
Nu er lommen fyldt og kæden skinner
Skinner, skinner
De alle elsker jajo, prøv og hold' det laylow
Folk de snakker — nu min bror ind' og sid' igen
Shorta' altid tæt på - blinker blåt i ghettoen
Men der' ikk' så meget, de ka' gøre heromkring
For tror mig, bror, vi har det, har det, har det, har det
Ja, tror mig, bror, vi har det, har det, har det
Bror, hvor' han hen?
(Hvor han hen?)
Forsvandt bar' - han vil' lav' sin peng'
Vi var opdelt — vil ha' flokken hjem
Følte mig alene, med hjertet der var sten
Følte tingene — alt der var sket
De her følelser — brænd system
Du ved, når det løber, løber
Min drenge, ja, de ser, ja, de trykker
Du ved, når de løber, løber
Hvis ikk' at de' sælgere, er de købere
De alle elsker jajo, prøv og hold' det laylow
Folk de snakker — nu min bror ind' og sid' igen
Shorta' altid tæt på - blinker blåt i ghettoen
Men der' ikk' så meget, de ka' gøre heromkring
For tror mig, bror, vi har det, har det, har det, har det
Ja, tror mig, bror, vi har det, har det, har det

Har Det (translation)

Never forget the time when we did not have anything in our pocket
Never forget the time when the others they cuddled and we
All the cold winters we have endured in the concrete of the neighborhood
With fingers so cold - ku 'never hold' juu in one hand, no-no
But that was then
Brother, they did not have that much back then
Think mama lost hope back then
When she saw him in his eyes, she could not recognize him, no-no
God had a completely different plan with him
With him, with him
Now the pocket is full and the chain is shining
Rails, rails
They all love jajo, try and keep 'it laylow
People they talk to - now my brother in 'and sit' again
Shorta 'always close - flashes blue in the ghetto
But there's' not much they can do about it
For believe me, brother, we have it, have it, have it, have it
Yes, believe me, brother, we have it, have it, have it
I, said «uh-uh»
Brother, try and see how far they got
No matter what happens, they will always be ghettos
Now that it's patch after patch, what's up?
When they look at it now
Can I see them thinking, "What happened?"
God had a completely different plan with him
With him, with him
Now the pocket is full and the chain is shining
Rails, rails
They all love jajo, try and keep 'it laylow
People they talk to - now my brother in 'and sit' again
Shorta 'always close - flashes blue in the ghetto
But there's' not much they can do about it
For believe me, brother, we have it, have it, have it, have it
Yes, believe me, brother, we have it, have it, have it
Brother, where is he going?
(Where is he going?)
Disappeared bar '- he wants to' make 'his money'
We were divided - want the herd home
Felt alone, with the heart there was stone
Felt things - everything that had happened
These emotions - burn system
You know when it runs, runs
My boys, yes, they see, yes, they press
You know when they run, run
If not 'they' sellers, they are buyers
They all love jajo, try and keep 'it laylow
People they talk to - now my brother in 'and sit' again
Shorta 'always close - flashes blue in the ghetto
But there's' not much they can do about it
For believe me, brother, we have it, have it, have it, have it
Yes, believe me, brother, we have it, have it, have it