Translation of the song lyrics Evighedsnætter - Pede B

Evighedsnætter (original)

Yeah, det går sådan her
Yeah
Røde øjne og sorte dynejakker
Våd asfalt hvor mine sko og min skygge rammer
Hoved fyldt med tanker om hvor man ku' møde nogle andre
Ude på samme mission om at feste lidt og søge grænser
Tog en natbus på røven ud til Gentofte
For tanken om at møde dig dér var så tillokkende
Og ramte en fest hvor vi alligevel ikk' var velkomne
Ku' være fedt at sige det ikk' skete specielt ofte
Så nu' vi her igen, spejler mig i vandpytter
I det sparsomme lys fra de her gadelygter
Du ved ved man sir' om bulder og tomme malerbøtter
Hårde drenge, men lige her ligner vi taber typer (Præcis)
En smule sved på panden, oppe ved stationen var der
En vi skændtes med der skulle flashe en totenslager
Jeg spiller kold som om det' ren rutine
Men med hjertet op' i halsne er det svært at grine (Hundrede procent)
Jeg ved ikk' hvor lykken er
Men jeg søger her, i gadelygtens skær
Selvom de kloge sir' det' kejserens nye klæer
Vil jeg forsøge her, i gadelygtens skær
Med et temperament som om at vi var døden nær
For intet føles fair, i gadelygtens skær
Så hvis du gern' vil vide, om det var bøvlet værd
Så kan du spørge mig her, i gadelygtens skær
Tog hjem til Mickey for at drikke nogle shots med folkene
Til nogen fra Studsen kom forbi og ville op og bokse
Måske vi tage ind til centrum, tjekke op for club’sne
Men vi' for flade så mine buddies snakker om at drop' det
Skyller det ned og vader som om at skridtene skulle
Viske alle fejle ud vi lavede i den her vinterkulde
For så længe vi er udenfor og rimelig fulde
Ligner det vi ingenting har at skjule
Abekattestreger gjorde mit fjæs banan gult
Og sku' mindes om at mit glas det var halvt fuldt
I stedet for halvt tomt men det klinger så fandens hult
At flyve over hovedet på en knægt, ren katapult
Jeg ved ikk' hvor lykken er
Men jeg søger her, i gadelygtens skær
Selvom de kloge sir' det' kejserens nye klæer
Vil jeg forsøge her, i gadelygtens skær
Med et temperament som om at vi var døden nær
For intet føles fair, i gadelygtens skær
Så hvis du gern' vil vide, om det var bøvlet værd
Så kan du spørge mig her, i gadelygtens skær
Så kom med, lad os tage en tidsmaskine
Til den gang man var et barn i en voksen krop ligesom Mr.
Bean
Forvirret teen på billig vin, ude på jagt om natten
Med ti tusind ligesindede, det' bare et slag på tasken
Da festen ikk' var længere væk end en SMS-besked
Håbede kulden ikk' forkortede telefonens levetid
Ude på gaden hvor promiller kildede min inderside
Og hudsulten gjorde alle for en lille bid
I kælderværelser hvor man ku' søge ly om natten
Og kysse sin udkårne for nogle af os fyldte atten
Tatoveringer og kodesprog syet på cappen
Gjorde lærer og forældre de rynkede panden
Jeg ved ikk' hvor lykken er
Men jeg søger her, i gadelygtens skær
Selvom de kloge sir' det' kejserens nye klæer
Vil jeg forsøge her, i gadelygtens skær
Med et temperament som om at vi var døden nær
For intet føles fair, i gadelygtens skær
Så hvis du gern' vil vide, om det var bøvlet værd
Så kan du spørge mig her, i gadelygtens skær

(translation)

Yeah, it's like this
Yeah
Red eyes and black down jackets
Wet asphalt where my shoes and my shadow hit
Head full of thoughts about where to meet some others
Out on the same mission to party a little and seek boundaries
Took a night bus on the ass out to Gentofte
For the thought of meeting you there was so enticing
And hit a party where we were not welcome anyway
It's cool to say it did not happen very often
So now we're here again, mirroring me in puddles
In the sparse light from these street lights
You know, you know sir 'about rumbles and empty paint buckets
Tough boys, but right here we look like losing types (Exactly)
A little sweat on the forehead, up by the station was there
One we quarreled with who had to flash a totenslager
I play cold as if it's pure routine
But with the heart up 'in the throat it's hard to laugh (One hundred percent)
I do not know where happiness is
But I search here, in the glow of the streetlight
Though the wise sir 'it' the emperor's new clothes
Will I try here, in the glow of the streetlight
With a temper as if we were near death
For nothing feels fair, in the glow of the streetlight
So if you'd like to know if it was worth the hassle
Then you can ask me here, in the glow of the street lamp
Took Mickey home to drink some shots with the folks
To someone from Studsen came by and wanted to get up and box
Maybe we should go downtown, check out the clubs
But we're too flat so my buddies talk about dropping it
Rinse it down and wade as if the steps were to
Wipe out all the mistakes we made in this winter cold
For as long as we are outside and reasonably drunk
Looks like we have nothing to hide
Monkey strokes made my face banana yellow
And remember that my glass was half full
Instead of half empty but it sounds so damn hollow
To fly over the head of a kid, pure catapult
I do not know where happiness is
But I search here, in the glow of the streetlight
Though the wise sir 'it' the emperor's new clothes
Will I try here, in the glow of the streetlight
With a temper as if we were near death
For nothing feels fair, in the glow of the streetlight
So if you'd like to know if it was worth the hassle
Then you can ask me here, in the glow of the street lamp
So come on, let's take a time machine
To the time you were a child in an adult body like Mr.
Bean
Confused teen on cheap wine, out hunting at night
With ten thousand like-minded people, it's just a blow to the bag
When the party was not further away than a text message
Hope the cold did not shorten the life of the phone
Out on the street where per mille tickled my insides
And the skin hunger made everyone for a little bite
In basement rooms where you could seek shelter at night
And kissing his beloved for some of us turned eighteen
Tattoos and code language sewn on the cap
Did teacher and parents they frowned
I do not know where happiness is
But I search here, in the glow of the streetlight
Though the wise sir 'it' the emperor's new clothes
Will I try here, in the glow of the streetlight
With a temper as if we were near death
For nothing feels fair, in the glow of the streetlight
So if you'd like to know if it was worth the hassle
Then you can ask me here, in the glow of the street lamp