Translation of the song lyrics Farvel - Pede B

Farvel (original)

Han hedder Pelle, og han sidder der, pligtskyldig
Selvom han synes foretagendet virker ligegyldigt
Flyder ned i en af de hårde kirkebænke
Skrig og skrål omkring ham så højt at han næsten ik' kan tænke
Her er situationen fra hans perspektiv
Den er sær og mildest talt lidt svær at beskrive
En person der stod ham nær ku' desværre ik' blive i den her verden
Så nu' han videre imod det næste liv
Og et kig rundt her fortæller nu Pelle
At der' regler for hvordan man si’r farvel til et menneske
Personen der ik' er her nu, han ku' godt li' rapmusik
Nu synger de salmer i et rum med dårlig akustik
Hvorfor alle rutinerne
Det må da have en årsag
Måske tradition, måske mangel på bedre forslag
Pelle kan huske personen sagde for år tilbage
Han ik' gav en fuck for blomster, men det' hvad han får i dag
Ved et alter, salmer
Hvad har det at gøre med personen man faktisk ku' snak' med lige før
Han var ik' kristen, mente der var noget større
Men troede kun fast på ting man ku' ræk' frem og røre
Der' helt sikkert noget der ikke svinger
Når han ligger der og stener til Steen Steensen Blicher
Gider ik' hidse sig op, selvom det' nemt at bli'
Så han lukker øjnene i og tæller til ti
Og da han når til femte tal, hører han en stemme kalde
Der gør han overrasket spærrer øjnene op og glemmer alt
Han kigger rundt, og tror et splitsekund
Han hører en bestemt stemme, men tænker det ville være pissedumt
Så han lukker igen øjnene og slapper af
Prøver at lukke verden ude og læner sig tilbage
Men det næste han ser ved det store alter
Er dagens hovedperson, han ka' ik' tro på det passer
Så han skriger hans navn, men ingen hører det
Som om de alle bare vælger at lukke ørerne
Han tænker
(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)
For han ka' ik' tro det han observer'
For hele scenariet er bare for underligt
Personen går ned fra alteret, og ta’r de få skridt
Mod Pelle, smiler som en fotomodel
Siger «Tak fordi du kom til det store farvel»
Og Pelle ka' kun tænke
Det her er umuligt
Men så melder 100 spørgsmål sig hurtigt
Hvor' du nu, hvordan er der på den anden side
«Pelle, alle de ting skal du nok få at vide i tide
Jeg ville ønske vi ku' mødes i en anden sammenhæng
Men det var åbenbart min tur til at bli' fragtet hjem»
Lige der ka' Pelle ik' skjule sin forargelse
Over den her pisse-upersonlige begravelse
Der' ik' noget af det her shit som jeg ku' ønske mig
Det' som om de her mennesker slet ikke har mødt dig
Jeg kan nærmest ik' kontrollere mine følelser
Når jeg ser hvordan det her arrangement forløber
Fucking bøsser, skal det være hvad du efterlod
Efter alle dine leve-år på den her klode
Det' som om at
(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)
«Men så' det dig med problemet, ik' folkene her
Det her er ik' mit eftermæle, det' bare en epilog
Folk vil ik' huske mig sådan, det må du ikke tro
De har brug for at sige farvel for at ku' få indre ro
Der findes idéer her der er pisse gode»
Men det her har ik' noget at gøre med din levemåde
«Prøv at hør, du ka' ik' gøre eller skrive noget
Der ka' opridse de ting jeg har nået
Prøver bare at sige, der' ik' en rigtig eller en forkert måde
Folk er forvirrede og handler derefter
La' nu vær' at dømme dem som latterlige mennesker
Hvis de vil sige farvel sådan her, så la' dem
Begrav mig i dag, og drik grav-øl hele natten»
Okay, så det du mener er ligefrem
At det eneste rigtig vigtige er at du får sagt farvel for sidste gang
«Det var det eneste jeg havde af forventninger
Til dagen hvor folk skulle sige farvel til mig
Så tak fordi du kom
Vi ses igen min ven»
Og på et sekund er skikkelsen væk igen
Arrangementet er slut, og til en stille sang
Snegler hele selskabet sig ud af kirkens gang
Pelle sidder der et minut eller to
Og ka' ik' tro hvad han så, men føler sig fyldt med ro
Han tænker
(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)
Si’r farvel min ven
Og skrider hjem igen
(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)

Farvel (translation)

His name is Pelle, and he sits there, dutifully
Although he thinks the company seems indifferent
Floating down into one of the hard church pews
Screams and shouts around him so loud that he can hardly think
Here is the situation from his perspective
It is strange and, to say the least, a little difficult to describe
Someone who stood near him could unfortunately not stay in this world
So now he's on towards the next life
And a look around here now tells Pelle
That there are rules for how to say goodbye to a human being
The person who's not here now, he likes rap music
Now they are singing hymns in a room with poor acoustics
Why all the routines
There must be a reason
Maybe tradition, maybe lack of better suggestions
Pelle can remember the person said years ago
He did not give a fuck for flowers, but that's what he gets today
At an altar, hymns
What does it have to do with the person you could actually 'talk' to just before
He was not a Christian, he thought there was something bigger
But only firmly believed in things you could 'reach' forward and touch
There 'definitely something that does not swing
When he lies there and stones to Steen Steensen Blicher
Do not bother to get upset, even if it's easy to stay '
So he closes his eyes and counts to ten
And when he reaches the fifth number, he hears a voice calling
There he makes a surprise, closes his eyes and forgets everything
He looks around, thinking for a split second
He hears a certain voice but thinks it would be pissed off
So he closes his eyes again and relaxes
Trying to shut the world out and lean back
But the next thing he sees at the great altar
Is the main character of the day, he can 'not' believe it fits
So he shouts his name, but no one hears it
As if they all just choose to close their ears
He is thinking
(No one sees the same as I see)
For he can 'not' believe what he observes'
For the whole scenario is just too weird
The person descends from the altar and takes a few steps
Towards Pelle, smiling like a photo model
Says "Thank you for coming to the big goodbye"
And Pelle can only think
This is impossible
But then 100 questions come up quickly
Where 'you now, how is there on the other side
"Pelle, you should probably get to know all those things in time
I wish we could meet in a different context
But it was obviously my turn to be 'transported home'
Right there, 'Pelle ik' can hide his indignation
Over this piss-impersonal funeral
There's' none of this shit that I could wish for
It's like these people have not met you at all
I can hardly control my emotions
When I see how this event goes
Fucking gays, that should be what you left behind
After all your life-years on this planet
It's like that
(No one sees the same as I see)
'But then it's you with the problem, not the people here
This is not my legacy, it's just an epilogue
People do not want to remember me like that, do not believe it
They need to say goodbye in order to have inner peace
There are ideas here that are piss good »
But this has nothing to do with your lifestyle
"Try to hear, you can not do or write anything
It can outline the things I have achieved
Just trying to say there 'ik' a right or a wrong way
People are confused and act accordingly
Let'n now 'judge them as ridiculous people
If they want to say goodbye like this, leave them
Bury me today and drink grave beer all night »
Okay, so what you mean is straightforward
That the only thing really important is that you get to say goodbye for the last time
“It was the only thing I had of expectations
To the day when people had to say goodbye to me
So thank you for coming
See you again my friend »
And in a second, the figure is gone again
The event is over, and to a quiet song
The whole company snails out of the church aisle
Pelle sits there for a minute or two
And can not believe what he saw, but feels calm
He is thinking
(No one sees the same as I see)
Say goodbye to my friend
And steps home again
(No one sees the same as I see)