Lyrics of Fodspor - Pede B

Fodspor (original)

Du voksede op I et nyt kvarter
Kaldet Høje-Gladsaxe, du blev bygget der
Jeg tror det gjorde dig til den type du er
Du' ydmyg, nede på jorden, ingen kejserens nye klæ'r
Det' som om du altid tager med et smil mester
Når skæbnen den lige serverer dig en lige venstre
Jeg mødte ik' manden du arvede din stil efter
For min farfar gik bort dengang du var teenager
Sad over askeskyen og bad en stille bøn
For sin søns levestandard ku' blive billedskøn
For jeg ved at du kæmpede dig op fra mindsteløn
Du skal vide du har den største respekt fra din mindste søn
Du holdt ud når ruten den var herre-sej
Når der ikke var noget at grine af, som Lærkevej
Skæbnen gjorde vi mødte noget hårdt hver for sig
Måske ville skæbnen bare ha' at jeg blev stærk som dig?
Jeg ved godt at det virker som nogle store, ord
Men jeg prøver at gå I dine fod-spor
For du passede på mig, på min mor, på min bror
Jeg ved ikke om jeg kan leve op, til
Selvom guderne ved at jeg godt, vil
Den måde du fik problemer til at for-svind'
Forholdene var svære at lave om på
Så du arbejdede med de ting der måtte opstå
Og problemerne var ikke så små
Vi klarede vinteren med mad fra gården farmor hun voksede op på
At kæmpe sig op er som et krydse et ocean
Men du arbejdede stadig på en Egon Olsen plan
Du vaskede busser om natten og gik I skole om dagen
Håbede det ku' trylle problemerne væk;
Rune Klan
Du fik familie, ville væk fra ?, væk fra stanken
Selvom der mildest talt var lavvande I pengetanken
I dag har du penge, men lærte mig at kende grænsen
For dengang havde vi ret meget havregryn I frikadellefarsen
For vi havde ik' penge
Men havde en 2CV og en tur om året til familien I Italien
Plus du tog min fætter ind da det gik galt igen
Og prøvede at holde øje med ham uanset hvor han vadede hen
Min onkel ville lære mig tricks på en sandsæk
Og jeg synes da også træningen var mere end halv-skæg
Men mens han viste mig hvordan man skulle rydde et tandsæt
Spillede du hippie-rock for mig på dit anlæg
Så dengang du havde fjender, og en mand ville ind og gøre os fortræd
Ja der ku' det ik' falde dig ind
At miste besindelsen
Nej, du vendte den anden kind
Selvom jeg I dag ved du helst ville have pandet ham en
For da Benja han spurgte dig til min fødselsdag
Svarede du at du egentlig helst ville have slået den bøssekarl
Okay, du sagde ikke bøssekarl
Jeg' vel bare glad for du ik' flippede så vi sku' ses I et besøgslokale
Gå en tur på listefod
Må få det ind I hovedet
Det ik' hjælper på noget at have raseri I blodet
Så mange ting jeg misforstod som en lille rod
Og tankerne kan godt til tider gøre mig skidt til mode
For jeg sku' selv blive én før jeg ku' anerkende
Værdien af en mands ansvar, og det tog alt for længe
For det' en lang vej, der ka' være hammer sej
I det mindste har jeg stadig brækket næsen færre gange end dig

(translation)

You grew up in a new neighborhood
Called High-Gladsaxe, you were built there
I think it made you the type you are
You 'humble, down to earth, no emperor's new clothes
It's like you always bring a smile master
When fate it just serves you a straight left
I did not meet the man you inherited your style from
Because my grandfather passed away when you were a teenager
Sat over the ash cloud and said a silent prayer
For his son's standard of living could be picturesque
Because I know you fought your way up from the minimum wage
You need to know you have the greatest respect from your youngest son
You persevered when the route was gentlemanly
When there was nothing to laugh at, like Lærkevej
Fate did we met something hard individually
Maybe fate just wanted me to be strong like you?
I know it seems like some big, words
But I'm trying to follow in your footsteps
For you took care of me, of my mother, of my brother
I do not know if I can live up to
Although the gods know I well, will
The way you had trouble pre-disappearing '
Conditions were difficult to change
So you worked on the things that might arise
And the problems were not so small
We managed the winter with food from the farm grandmother she grew up on
Fighting up is like crossing an ocean
But you were still working on an Egon Olsen plan
You washed buses at night and went to school during the day
Hope it could conjure the problems away;
Rune Klan
You got family, wanted away from ?, away from the stench
Although, to put it mildly, there was a low tide in the money tank
Today you have money, but got to know me the limit
Because back then we had quite a lot of oatmeal in the meatball stuffing
Because we did not have money
But had a 2CV and a trip a year to the family in Italy
Plus you took my cousin in when it went wrong again
And tried to keep an eye on him wherever he waded
My uncle wanted to teach me tricks on a sandbag
And I think the training was more than half-bearded
But while he was showing me how to clean a set of teeth
Did you play hippie rock for me at your facility
So back then you had enemies and a man would come in and do us harm
Yes, it could not occur to you
Losing composure
No, you turned the other cheek
Although today I know you would rather have foreheaded him one
For when Benja he asked you for my birthday
Did you answer that you really would have liked to have beaten that gay man
Okay, you did not say gay man
I'm just glad you did not freak out so we'll meet in a visiting room
Take a walk on list foot
Gotta get it in your head
It does not help to have rage in your blood
So many things I misunderstood as a little mess
And thoughts can sometimes make me crap for fashion
Because I'm going to be one myself before I could acknowledge
The value of a man's responsibility, and it took way too long
Because it's a long road that can be hammer tough
At least I'd still broken my nose fewer times than you