Lyrics of Intet At Miste - Pede B

Intet At Miste (original)

Da jeg var 19−20 år var jeg snotforvirret
Og følte nok at hverdagen var for kompliceret
Prøvede mest af alt at få min brandert optimeret
Stiv fire dage om ugen, aldrig koncentreret
Og seriøst, hjertet hamrer løst I mit bryst
Ung, dum og på druk som kongerne af Marielyst
Og hvorfor så det?
Jamen den umiddelbare grund
Jeg var overbevist om jeg ville dø ret ung
Så uden at tænke mig om
Gav jeg skæbnen en hjælpende hånd
Blæst på lidt haze og blæst på lidt rom
Indersiden af mit hoved det var temmelig tom'
Parat til at overgive mig som en knælende konge
Tænkte «Går det galt I nat, så går jeg ud med et brag»
Som om jeg søgte dagen hvor jeg blev lagt ud I en grav
Men jeg vågnede altid op mere forvirret end den forrige dag
Og følte paranoia og komplekserne overtage
Jeg har en djævel på min skulder der siger at jeg skal adlyde ham
Han siger jeg skal smide det hele på bålet og bare lade det brænde
For du' først rigtig fri når du intet har at miste
Ja du' først rigtig fri når intet har at miste
Somme tider higer jeg efter at komme tilbage
Til den gang det eneste jeg så frem til var dommedag
Helt kynisk set er ansvar en forhindring
Og det, ikke at have noget at miste er en livsforsikring
Hvis' det rigtigt at de ting du ejer, ejer dig
Må de ting du står til ansvar for belejre dig
Kæmpede I årevis for noget at være stolt af
Bare for at få lyst til at smide det væk, det virker åndssvagt
Er nået noget af det jeg satte mig for
Men er stadig ikk' tilfreds så hvor plat er jeg så?
Og egentlig lyder det som noget pis at sige
Men først når du ikk' har noget at tabe er du rigtig fri
Men jeg vil ikk' tilbage, uanset om jeg ender I nederlag
Prøver at holde hovedet oppe hver eneste dag
Forvirret og frustreret før jeg gik I børnesko
Sejt at sige man ikk' gir' en fuck, men det gør jeg jo

(translation)

When I was 19−20 I was confused
And probably felt that everyday life was too complicated
Tried most of all to get my brand optimized
Stiff four days a week, never concentrated
And seriously, the heart is pounding loose in my chest
Young, stupid and drunk like the kings of Marielyst
And why so?
Well the immediate reason
I was convinced I would die pretty young
So without thinking about it
I gave fate a helping hand
Blown on a little haze and blown on a little rum
Inside my head it was pretty empty '
Ready to surrender like a kneeling king
Thought «If it goes wrong Tonight, I'll go out with a bang»
As if I was searching the day I was laid in a grave
But I always woke up more confused than the day before
And felt paranoia and the complexes take over
I have a devil on my shoulder who says I must obey him
He says I should throw it all on the fire and just let it burn
Because you're only really free when you have nothing to lose
Yes, you're only really free when you have nothing to lose
Sometimes I long to come back
Until then, the only thing I looked forward to was Doomsday
Quite cynically, responsibility is an obstacle
And not having anything to lose is a life insurance policy
If 'it's true that the things you own, own you
May the things you are responsible for besiege you
Struggled for years for something to be proud of
Just to feel like throwing it away, it seems mind-numbing
Has reached some of what I set out for
But am still not satisfied so how flat am I then?
And really, it sounds like something piss to say
But only when you have nothing to lose are you really free
But I do not want to go back, whether I end up in defeat
Trying to keep my head up every single day
Confused and frustrated before I went in children's shoes
Cool to say you do not 'give' a fuck, but I do