Lyrics of Ens Død - Pede B

Ens Død (original)

Jeg ved ingenting om han, måske var han den stille type
Der tavst sad i hjørnet og helst bare ville lytte
Måske festens centrum, en der råbte og skreg
Som folk de måske ligefrem så op til som et folkeeje
Det kan være han var gammel og vis
En praktisk gris der hjalp til når erfaring sku' gis'
Måske ung og ambitiøs for han havde meget at bevise
Og var sulten på livet som om han aldrig havde spist
Det eneste jeg kan sige med nogen beviser
Er at han var registreret i et donor register
Og at han desværre omkom sidste vinter
Og derved havde en finger med i spillet for min mindste fætter
Den enes død, den andens brød
Den ene side er hård, den anden er forbandet sød
Så vi skåler, drikker vin og spiser kalvekød
For i morgen kan vi alle bløde — X2
Min fætter fik massivt nyresvigt forrige år
Behandlingen drænede ham selvom han er overordentlig hård
Da jeg besøgte ham i 2013
Sagde han til mig at han ikke vidste om han overhovedet kunne klare den
Han blev en gammel mand på nul komma fem
Vi ønskede alle sammen han ku' set lidt ung ud igen
For dialyse behandlingen gjorde ham gråhåret på få uger
Fra sportsmand til at blive forpustet af gåture
Han har en sjælden blodtype så de sagde alle
Det vil' tage en masse tid før de fandt et organ der ku' passe
Han ku' ik' ta' sig af det
For han har en søn og kæmpede videre for fars lille skattebasse
Op med hovedet, skid på det hele
Til han fik et opkald der gjorde at tiden stod stille
Hospital, operation, isolation i flere uger
Pumpet op på stoffer der gav kvalme og hedeture
Den enes død, den andens brød
Den ene side er hård, den anden er forbandet sød
Så vi skåler, drikker vin og spiser kalvekød
For i morgen kan vi alle bløde — X2
Min fætter vidste naturligvis ingenting
Om manden der reddede ham fra livet i en seng
Men han overtalte sygeplejersken til at forklare
Hvilken by hans nye organ det egentlig var fra
Og da han vidste det, der søgte han i aviser
Så han kunne sammensætte de fornødne indicier
Kun ét trafikuheld passede profilen
En fyrre årig dræbt, kørt i rabbatten i bilen
Han fandt familien på nettet
Og det gjorde at han blev virkelig splittet
Så han spør' om han skal opsøge de efterladte
Og ærlig talt ved jeg slet ik' om jeg selv vil' ha det
Vil' måske bare minde dem om tabet
Og det ku' sikkert genoplive skelleterne i skabet
Så det en plan jeg ik' ved om han sku' udføre
Så lad mig spørge dig kære lytter, hvad vil' du gøre
Den enes død, den andens brød
Den ene side er hård, den anden er forbandet sød
Så vi skåler, drikker vin og spiser kalvekød
For i morgen kan vi alle bløde — X2

(translation)

I know nothing about him, maybe he was the quiet type
There sat silently in the corner and would rather just listen
Maybe the center of the party, someone shouting and screaming
As people they might even look up to as a people's property
It may be he was old and wise
A practical pig that helped when experience was 'given'
Maybe young and ambitious because he had a lot to prove
And was hungry for life as if he had never eaten
The only thing I can say with any evidence
Is that he was registered in a donor register
And that he unfortunately perished last winter
And thereby had a finger in the pie for my youngest cousin
The death of one, the bread of the other
One side is tough, the other is damn sweet
So we toast, drink wine and eat veal
Because tomorrow we can all soften - X2
My cousin had massive kidney failure last year
The treatment drained him even though he is extraordinarily harsh
When I visited him in 2013
He told me he did not know if he could handle it at all
He became an old man at zero point five
We all wished he could look a little young again
For dialysis treatment made him gray-haired in a few weeks
From sportsman to being breathless by walking
He has a rare blood type so they all said
It will take a lot of time before they find a body that can fit
He could not take care of it
For he has a son and fought on for father's little treasure bass
Upside down, shit on it all
Until he got a call that made time stand still
Hospital, surgery, isolation for several weeks
Pumped up on substances that caused nausea and hot flashes
The death of one, the bread of the other
One side is tough, the other is damn sweet
So we toast, drink wine and eat veal
Because tomorrow we can all soften - X2
Of course, my cousin knew nothing
About the man who saved him from life in a bed
But he persuaded the nurse to explain
What a city his new body it really was from
And when he knew it, he searched in newspapers
So he could put together the necessary clues
Only one traffic accident matched the profile
A forty-year-old killed, driven in the rebate in the car
He found the family online
And that made him really split
So he asks if he should seek out the bereaved
And honestly, I do not know if I want to
Maybe 'just want to remind them of the loss
And it could certainly revive the skeletons in the closet
So it's a plan I do not know if he should carry out
So let me ask you dear listener, what do you want to do?
The death of one, the bread of the other
One side is tough, the other is damn sweet
So we toast, drink wine and eat veal
Because tomorrow we can all soften - X2