Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Når Et Lys Slukkes, artist - Nik & Jay. Album song De Første Fra - Nik & Jay, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 28.10.2012
Record label: Parlophone Denmark
Song language: Danish
Når Et Lys Slukkes(original) |
Speedometeret viser 65, han kører igennem indre by |
Asfalten er våd, hans Benz er forholdsvis ny |
Et Rolex-ur bevidner om en sund økonomi |
Han dufter, som han skal, hans hår er redt tilbage med gele |
Han er en god mand, typen de fleste ka' li' |
Men hvor han får sine penge fra, er det, de færreste der ve' |
Det' det hurtige liv, livet i overhalingsbanen |
Der hvor folk kommer og går, der hvor man sjældent ser hinanden |
Der hvor de allerstørste drømme bli’r til virkelighed |
Der hvor nogen når skyerne, og andre falder ned |
Der hvor han mistede fodfæstet og kom ud i noget rod |
Der hvor han havnede i et spil, som han aldrig helt forstod |
Gaderne bli’r mindre nu, han skruer op for sin yndlingssang |
En halvtømt flaske vodka under sædet ved siden af ham |
Et ekstra tryk på speederen, han ser ikk' for godt ud |
En tåre triller ned af venstre kind i takt med regnen på hans rude |
Alt for høj promille i blodet, alt for mange tanker i hovedet |
Rødt lys — han ser ikk' noget, bremseren i bund |
Filmen knækker, han lukker øjnene, ved hvor det ender |
Hører et brag, og lyset forsvinder |
En helt normal dag, et helt specielt liv |
Der forsvinder på et øjeblik |
Men jeg tror på at, når ét lys slukkes |
Så tændes der et nytEn helt normal dag, et helt specielt liv |
Der forsvinder på et øjeblik |
Men jeg tror på at, når ét lys slukkes |
Så tændes der et nyt |
I dag har hun det faktisk næsten helt godt |
Hun er selv overrasket for i så lang tid, har hendes liv været helt fucked |
Siden hendes mand forlod hende for et par år siden |
Hvor hun blev vraget for en yngre kvinde |
Men i dag dufter alt anderledes, et lysere humør |
Så hun får en manicure og går til frisøren |
Og da hun forlader shoppen, ringer hendes mobil |
Det' hendes datter, der har noget fantastisk at fortælle |
Så de mødes i Kongens Have og omfavner hinanden |
For mor og datter har virkelig savnet hinanden |
Og fra bænken under træerne på alléen |
Beslutter de sig for at snak' videre på caféen |
Og de går ud af porten og ud på gaden |
Og de' tæt omslynget for der' koldt i købstaden |
Og datterens kæreste ringer, han slutter sig til dem |
Og hun føler sig helt ung igen, når hun går der i midten |
De' næsten ved caféen, da hun møder en veninde |
Og siger til de andre, de bare ka' vent' derinde |
Det' det sidste hun når at sige til dem |
Før en bil smadrer over for rødt, direkte ind i dem |
En helt normal dag, et helt specielt liv |
Der forsvinder på et øjeblik |
Men jeg tror på at, når ét lys slukkes |
Så tændes der et nyt |
En helt normal dag, et helt specielt liv |
Der forsvinder på et øjeblik |
Men jeg tror på at, når ét lys slukkes |
Så tændes der et nyt |
En mand midt i 30'erne, træder ind i sit hjem |
Foran ham venter konen og en tiltrængt weekend |
Hans ansigt bærer præg af, at hans profession er hård |
Han er falckredder på tiende år |
Han sætter sig ved middagsbordet og virker virkelig træt |
Han rører ikk' sin vin og nipper kun til sin yndlingsret |
Hun spørger ham forsigtigt, «Skat, er der noget galt?» |
Han kigger ned og mumler, «Hmm, alt er vel helt normalt» |
Men hun kender ham for godt, så hun spørger ham igen |
Og denne gang bryder han sammen og si’r med gråd i stemmen |
«Et forfærdeligt uheld, tre døde, en bil i brand |
En ung mand, hans kæreste og deres ufødte barn» |
Hun rejser sig op, hun holder om ham og trøster ham |
For hun ka' mærke, at det her virkelig har rystet ham |
Men pludselig afbrydes de af en barnestemme, der siger |
«Mor, hvorfor græder far? |
Far se her!» |
De vender sig om, og de ka' ikk' la' være at smile |
Der står deres fem-årige søn med maling over det hele |
Han har en tegning i hånden, han siger, «Far, du må få den» |
Den forestiller deres familie, og en sol der skinner på dem |
En helt normal dag, et helt specielt liv |
Der forsvinder på et øjeblik |
Men jeg tror på at, når ét lys slukkes |
Så tændes der et nyt |
En helt normal dag, et helt specielt liv |
Der forsvinder på et øjeblik |
Men jeg tror på at, når ét lys slukkes |
Så tændes der et nyt |
(translation) |
The speedometer shows 65, he is driving through inner city |
The asphalt is wet, his Benz is relatively new |
A Rolex watch testifies to a healthy economy |
He smells as he should, his hair is straightened back with gel |
He is a good man, the type most ka 'li' |
But where he gets his money from is the few who know ' |
It's the fast life, the life in the overtaking lane |
Where people come and go, where you rarely see each other |
Where the biggest dreams come true |
Where some reach the clouds and others fall down |
Where he lost his footing and got into some mess |
Where he ended up in a game he never quite understood |
The streets are getting smaller now, he is turning up his favorite song |
A half-emptied bottle of vodka under the seat next to him |
An extra push on the accelerator, he does not look too good |
A tear rolls down his left cheek in time with the rain on his windowpane |
Too high per mille in the blood, too many thoughts in the head |
Red light - he does not see anything, the brake at the bottom |
The movie breaks, he closes his eyes, knows where it ends |
Hear a bang and the light disappears |
A completely normal day, a very special life |
It disappears in an instant |
But I believe that when one light goes out |
Then a new, completely normal day, a very special life, is lit. |
It disappears in an instant |
But I believe that when one light goes out |
Then a new one lights up |
Today, she is actually doing almost perfectly well |
She herself is surprised because for so long, her life has been completely fucked |
Since her husband left her a few years ago |
Where she was wrecked for a younger woman |
But today everything smells different, a brighter mood |
So she gets a manicure and goes to the hairdresser |
And when she leaves the shop, her mobile rings |
It's her daughter who has something amazing to tell |
So they meet in the King's Garden and embrace each other |
For mother and daughter have really missed each other |
And from the bench under the trees on the avenue |
They decide to continue talking at the café |
And they go out of the gate and out into the street |
And they 'tightly wrapped around there' cold in the market town |
And the daughter's boyfriend calls, he joins them |
And she feels quite young again when she walks there in the middle |
They're almost at the cafe when she meets a friend |
And tell the others they can just 'wait' in there |
That's the last thing she can say to them |
Before a car smashes in front of red, directly into them |
A completely normal day, a very special life |
It disappears in an instant |
But I believe that when one light goes out |
Then a new one lights up |
A completely normal day, a very special life |
It disappears in an instant |
But I believe that when one light goes out |
Then a new one lights up |
A man in his mid-30s, enters his home |
In front of him awaits the wife and a much-needed weekend |
His face is marked by the fact that his profession is tough |
He is a falcon rescuer in his tenth year |
He sits down at the dinner table and seems really tired |
He does not touch his wine and sips only his favorite dish |
She asks him cautiously, "Honey, is something wrong?" |
He looks down and mumbles, "Hmm, everything is probably normal" |
But she knows him too well, so she asks him again |
And this time he breaks down and says with tears in his voice |
«A terrible accident, three dead, a car on fire |
A young man, his girlfriend and their unborn child » |
She gets up, she holds him and comforts him |
Because she can feel that this has really shaken him |
But suddenly they are interrupted by a childish voice saying |
“Mom, why is Dad crying? |
Dad, look here! ” |
They turn around and they can not stop smiling |
There stands their five-year-old son with paint all over it |
He has a drawing in his hand, he says, "Dad, you must have it." |
It depicts their family, and a sun shining on them |
A completely normal day, a very special life |
It disappears in an instant |
But I believe that when one light goes out |
Then a new one lights up |
A completely normal day, a very special life |
It disappears in an instant |
But I believe that when one light goes out |
Then a new one lights up |