Lyrics of Kan Du Høre Hende Synge - Nik & Jay

Kan Du Høre Hende Synge (original)

Det her er en historie, som for engang skyld ikk' handler om Nik og Jay
Men som handler om en pige, vi har mødt
Hun fortalte os sin historie
Hun var 10 år gammel, da hun skiftede skole igen
Tredje gang på to år — det var rutine for hende
Og hun vidste udmærket godt, hva' der ventede hende, da hun tog hjemmefra
Det samme show, det samme had, de samme kommentarer
Hun var klassens tykke pige, skolen var et helvede
Hun legede altid kun de samme lege, og havde altid kun sig selv med
Ledte efter lidt medvind, men valgte hurtigt at gi' op
Hun lærte at hade sig selv, sit ansigt og sin krop
Løj sig syg fra skole, frygtede timerne, pjækkede fra dem
Hun var bange, græd sig selv i søvn hver aften
Og hendes mor var ligeglad, når hun en sjælden gang var hjemme
Hun var den mindste af fire — man lagde sjældent mærk' til hende
Stedfaren drak, og havde han mulighed for det
Fik hun en lussing eller to, men kun når mor ikk' så det
Så du ku' finde hende på blokkens legeplads, sønderknust på en gynge
Og når du lyttede godt efter, ku' du høre hende synge
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Ka' du høre hende synge
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Ka' du høre hende synge
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Og hun var til en privatfest — en fucked up en af slagsen
Forvirret, fortvivlet, ku' aldrig finde takten
Hun følte sig ganske lykkelig, når hun var fuld
Hun endte som altid med at drik' sig selv omkuld
Bedøvet af booze, halvnøgen i en seng
Og en dreng ved siden af hende, fordi døren stod på klem
Hun var så træt, at hun ikk' magted' at gøre modstand
Lukkede bare øjnene og tænkt' på noget andet
Tænkt' på sin drøm — at bli' sanger i et band
Om at være på forsiden af blade og ha' massere af fans
Men efteråret kom, hun blev gravid, hun var ligeglad
Folk pegede fingre af hende og råbt' af hende på gaden
Og ensomme mænd besøgte hende, flere og flere
Hun skulle have råd til sprut, stoffer, babytøj og bleer
Men man tog barnet fra hende, og hun tænkte
«La' bare helvede begynde», og man ku' høre hende synge
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Ka' du høre hende synge
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Ka' du høre hende synge
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Og nu skriver hun digte om lys og mørke, men mest om mørke
Og hun råber om hjælp, men ingen hører det
Hun står ude foran Hovedbanegården
Det sner, hun er på vej hjem og det' tidlig morgen
Hun sætter sin ynglingsplade på sin pladespiller
Alene på sit værelse med en håndfuld sovepiller
Hun lukker øjnene, og hun er klar
Hvisker til englene, «Kom, tag mig væk herfra»
Hun kigger sig i spejlet, og hun græder lidt
Forbander den kærlighed, som hun aldrig fik
Og nogen hamrer på døren, men hun hører ingenting
Hun glæder sig bare til det sted, hun ska' hen
Og du ka' høre hende synge
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Ka' du høre hende synge
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Ka' du høre hende synge
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Han ånder lettet op, da lægen fortæller, at hun har det bedre
I tolv timer har han ikk' flyttet sig nogen steder
Han har ventet på at se hende åbne øjnene igen
Efter han fandt hende kold og livløs i hendes seng
Hun husker ikk' meget, og hun kan knap nok kende ham
Han smiler bare og kysser hende på panden en enkelt gang
Han har altid elsket hende, men gjorde aldrig noget ved det
Og hun har været for langt ude til overhovedet at ku' se det
Men da han ta’r hendes hånd og aer hendes hår forsigtigt
Er der noget, der siger hende, at det her ku' være rigtigt
Hun er her stadig, og hun er ikk' længere bange
Hun lukker øjnene, glad for at nogen hørt' hendes sang
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Ka' du høre hende synge
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Ka' du høre hende synge
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

(translation)

This is a story that, for once, is not about Nik and Jay
But which is about a girl we've met
She told us her story
She was 10 years old when she changed schools again
Third time in two years - it was routine for her
And she knew very well what awaited her when she left home
The same show, the same hatred, the same comments
She was the fat girl of the class, school was hell
She always played only the same games, and always had only herself with her
Looking for a little tailwind, but quickly chose to give up
She learned to hate herself, her face and her body
Lying sick from school, dreaded the lessons, peeking from them
She was scared, crying herself to sleep every night
And her mother did not care when she was rarely home
She was the youngest of four - she was seldom noticed
The stepfather drank, and he had the opportunity to do so
She got a slap or two, but only when mother did not see it
So you could find her on the block's playground, crushed on a swing
And when you listened carefully, you could hear her sing
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Can you hear her sing?
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Can you hear her sing?
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
And she was at a private party - a fucked up one of a kind
Confused, despairing, you could never find the beat
She felt quite happy when she was drunk
She ended up drinking herself, as always
Stunned by booze, half-naked in a bed
And a boy next to her because the door was ajar
She was so tired that she did not 'power' to resist
Just closed my eyes and thought of something else
Thinking 'of his dream - to become a singer in a band
About being on the front pages of magazines and having lots of fans
But autumn came, she got pregnant, she did not care
People pointed fingers at her and shouted 'of her on the street
And lonely men visited her, more and more
She should be able to afford booze, drugs, baby clothes and diapers
But the child was taken from her, and she thought
"Just let hell begin," and you could hear her sing
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Can you hear her sing?
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Can you hear her sing?
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
And now she writes poems about light and darkness, but mostly about darkness
And she cries for help, but no one hears it
She is standing in front of the Central Station
It's snowing, she's on her way home and it 'early morning
She puts her favorite record on her turntable
Alone in his room with a handful of sleeping pills
She closes her eyes and she is ready
Whispers to the angels, "Come, take me away from here"
She looks at herself in the mirror and she cries a little
Curses the love she never got
And someone knocks on the door, but she hears nothing
She's just looking forward to the place she's going to
And you can hear her sing
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Can you hear her sing?
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Can you hear her sing?
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
He breathes a sigh of relief as the doctor tells her she's feeling better
For twelve hours he has not moved anywhere
He has been waiting to see her eyes open again
After he found her cold and lifeless in her bed
She does not remember much, and she can hardly know him
He just smiles and kisses her on the forehead once
He has always loved her, but never did anything about it
And she's been too far out to see it at all
But then he takes her hand and gently caresses her hair
Is there anything that tells her that this could be true
She's still here and she's not scared anymore
She closes her eyes, glad that someone heard her song
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Can you hear her sing?
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la-la
La, la-la, la-la
Can you hear her sing?
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh