Translation of the song lyrics Brænder Op - Pede B

Brænder Op (original)

Ene og forladte
Går vi mod bakkens top
Det sveder, jorden drejer rundt
Mens vi brænder op
Indse det Pede, hun kommer ikke tilbage igen
Blok de tanker ude og prøv at holde vreden hen
Jeg troede virkelig på det, troen den er knækket nu
Alt der ikke udvikler sig dør, så hvad forventer du
Alle siger du nok skal klare den, men hvad ved de for helvede
Kaptajnen bliver vel uanset hvad på skibsdækket
Jeg tror det' forudbestemt at jeg skal smile lettet
Mens jeg lukker øjnene og går igennem minefeltet
Den ene fod foran den anden, vader op ad bakken
Selvfornægtelsen er din ven, men du burde holde dig fra den
Indse det, kom nu Pede for helvede, indse det
Du kradser skorpen af såret, så pisset ik' ka' hele
Som om smerten som det sidste minder dig om
At pladsen ved din side, den engang ikke var tom
Så folks råd giver dig lyst til at slå smilet af dem
Det' sikkert derfor at du ikke kan sove en skid om natten
Ene og forladt mens jeg ligger her I nat
Tingene inden I min skal gør jeg tripper som besat
Der' ingen grund til panik
'Ey, hvem fanden sagde det?
Det' bare mig, jeg kommer til dig når det hele er stressende
Hvem fuck er du?
Jeg' ham der var der alle de gange de råbte af dig
Når du kun kunne kigge ned I jorden som en fucking spasser
Hva'?
Jeg gav dig energi når vejen var svær
Og lærte dig det at give en fuck det ikke var kræfterne værd
Den eneste ven der siger tingene som de rent faktisk er
For alle vil have en bid af dig, når du' I lampernes skær
Lad være og lyt til ham
Huh?
Tro mig, du' så tæt på
De ting han snakker om, dem bliver du stærkere af at gennemgå
Du ender som du-ved-nok-hvem, bare vent og se
Du klarer det langsomt bedre, og det' vigtigt du ikke glemmer det
Hvem er du?
Jeg' ham der er der når du mærker
At livet ka' være hårdt, men hvad der ik' dræber dig gør dig stærkere
Jeg ved du godt ved, du burde holde op med
At tro du kan, for vejen til Helvede er skabt af stolthed
Huh?
Nederlag kommer altid tilbage igen som et omkvæd
Det ville være bedre hvis du bare droppede det og solgte fed
Okay, hold nu op Pede, din musik er din beskyttelse mod tomhed
Hvor’n det?
Folk snakker om dig, din musik er skoldhed
Okay, hvor lang tid har du rappet?
Øh.
Okay hvem tæller mer'
Det' kun på grund af Fight Night de ved at du eksister'
Plade efter plade, hvornår indser du det ik' er nok?
En taber på 27 med et fucking deltidsjob
Det at du kan klare dig på deltid er pissegodt
De fleste folk I dansk musik kan ikke engang få spillejob
Du' aldrig tilfreds, lige meget hvad du opnår
Og giver dig selv skylden når problemerne de opstår
Du hundrede procent skør, hvis hele det her projekt dør
Men jeg kan ikke beslutte det for dig, det må du selv gøre

Brænder Op (translation)

Alone and abandoned
We go towards the top of the hill
It sweats, the ground turns
While we burn up
Realize it Pede, she's not coming back again
Block those thoughts out and try to keep the anger at bay
I really believed in it, believe it is broken now
Everything that does not develop dies, so what do you expect
Everyone says you should probably handle it, but what the hell do they know
The captain will probably stay on the ship's deck no matter what
I think it 'predetermined that I should smile relieved
While I close my eyes and walk through the minefield
One foot in front of the other, wading up the hill
Self-denial is your friend, but you should stay away from it
Realize it, now come Pede to hell, realize it
You scratch the crust of the wound, so the piss does not 'ka' whole
As if the pain as the last thing reminds you
That space by your side, it was not even empty
So people's advice makes you want to smile at them
That's probably why you can not sleep a shit at night
Alone and abandoned while I lie here tonight
The things before you in my shell I do trips as obsessed
There's no need to panic
'Ey, who the hell said that?
It's just me, I come to you when it's all stressful
Who the fuck are you?
I 'him there were all the times they shouted at you
When you could only look down into the ground like a fucking walker
What '?
I gave you energy when the road was difficult
And taught you to give a fuck it was not worth the effort
The only friend who says things the way they actually are
For everyone wants a bite of you when you 'In the glow of the lamps
Do not and listen to him
Huh?
Believe me, you're so close
The things he talks about, you get stronger by going through them
You end up like you-know-enough-who, just wait and see
You're doing better slowly, and it's important you do not forget it
Who are you?
I 'him there is when you feel
That life can be hard, but what does not kill you makes you stronger
I know you well know you should stop
To believe you can, for the road to Hell is created by pride
Huh?
Defeat always comes back again as a chorus
It would be better if you just dropped it and sold fat
Okay, now stop Pede, your music is your protection against emptiness
Where is it?
People are talking about you, your music is scalding
Okay, how long have you been rapping?
Uh.
Okay who counts more '
It 'only because of Fight Night they know you exist'
Record after record, when do you realize it's not enough?
A loser of 27 with a fucking part-time job
The fact that you can manage part-time is piss good
Most people in Danish music can not even get a playing job
You're never satisfied, no matter what you achieve
And blame yourself when the problems they arise
You are one hundred percent crazy if this whole project dies
But I can not decide for you, you have to do it yourself