Translation of the song lyrics Når Det Nok - Pede B

Når Det Nok (original)

Du sidder der og stirrer ind I din skærm
Og du finder intet
Men kigger du I dine elskedes øjne
Der finder du alt
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Jeg prøver og holde mig skarp med vold og magt
Skriver på en bænk nede I folkets park
Jeg vil så fucking gerne op I fart
Hvis du knokler som en toss' er du godt fra start
For der er så mange stakler der tror
At deres aktier bliver store af at snakke lort
Men det' som at høre dem snak' I kor
Satser alt de har og brænder broer
Og jeg' nødt til at spørge mig selv
Hvad der gør mig speciel, hvad der gør jeg kan sælge
Albums eller måske billetter
Modvind lige nu men jeg håber det vender
Hånden på hjertet jeg lover mine venner
Musikken den aldrig bliver noget der bestemmer
Så mange tosser der råber og glemmer
De ik' er the shit, jeg har ondt af de mennesker
Min fætter er lastbilchauffør
Han siger hold fast I din rap til du dør
Hvis du bare gi’r den gas som en skør
Så skal du nok finde den plads som du søger
Og han ved hvad han taler om
Hans lomme den er ofte gabende tom
Han tog en uddannelse han ik' kunne bruge
Og han ved det' for sent at lave det om
Valg han har truffet der' helt ude I skoven
Gør at han ret ofte skider på loven
Men jeg elsker ham, for mig er det det samme
Uanset hvilke sider han viser I morgen
Så jeg har lovet jeg knokler
Lægger vægt I som min onkel når han bokser
Foden på gassen
Hold hovedet I ro I al stressen
Og de døre altid åbne som kiosker
Ro (Ro?)
På allesammen (Ro på, allesammen)
Vi når det nok (Vi når det nok)
Endnu en gang (Endnu en gang)
Når først (Når først)
Man forstår (Man forstår)
Alt ska' ik' (Alt ska' ikke)
Ske I går (Ske I går)
Den klichéede musikersang
Om musikeren der prøver at få sin musik frem
Har sikkert hørt historien 1000 gange
Så I spørger nok «Hvorfor sku' vi huske ham?»
Prøver alle sammen på at skabe det bedst'
Og hoste noget op som en gag-refleks
Koste hvad det ville der gør tosserne vilde
Og som folk der vil spille til hver en gadefest
Gymnasiefest eller privatfest
Skarpe skud der ik' hænger fast I din vest
De bedste ting her I livet er gratis
Jeg har sgu aldrig betalt for sex
Det er vel egentlig urimeligt at stresse
Især når vi aldrig bli’r rigtig tilfredse
Tingene skal passe
Arbejder på det som besatte
Men når andre kan vi slet ikke ha' det
Føler jeg er fisk nummer en million
Der prøver at svømme mod strømmen
Der gern' vil ha' mer' end en lille portion
Smider mønter I ønskebrønden
For alle vil leve af deres passion
For først der lykkes drømmen
Bli’r man nogensinde tilfreds med situation
Græsset er altid grønnere på toppen

(translation)

You sit there and stare into your screen
And you will find nothing
But you look into the eyes of your loved ones
There you will find everything
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I try and stay sharp with violence and power
Writing on a bench down in the people's park
I so fucking want to get up to speed
If you work hard, you're good to go
For there are so many poor people who believe
That their shares get big from talking shit
But it 'like hearing them talk' In chorus
Bet everything they have and burn bridges
And I'm going to have to ask myself
What makes me special, what makes me can sell
Albums or maybe tickets
Headwind right now but I hope it turns around
Hand on heart I promise my friends
The music it never becomes something that determines
So many fools shouting and forgetting
They'm not the shit, I'm sorry for those people
My cousin is a truck driver
He says hold on to your rap until you die
If you just give it gas like crazy
Then you should probably find the place you are looking for
And he knows what he's talking about
His pocket it is often yawning empty
He took an education he could not use
And he knows it's too late to change it
Choices he has made there 'all the way out in the woods
Makes him shit the law quite often
But I love him, for me it's the same
Whatever pages he shows tomorrow
So I promised I would knuckle down
Emphasizes I like my uncle when he boxs
The foot on the gas
Keep your head still in all the stress
And those doors always open like kiosks
Ro (Ro?)
On everyone (Calm down, everyone)
We reach it enough (We reach it enough)
Once again (Once again)
Once (Once)
One understands (One understands)
Everything should 'not' (Everything should not)
Happened Yesterday (Happened Yesterday)
The clichéd musician's song
About the musician who tries to bring out his music
Have probably heard the story 1000 times
So you probably ask "Why should we remember him?"
Trying to create the best '
And cough something up like a gag reflex
Cost what it would that makes the fools go wild
And as people who want to play for every one street party
High school party or private party
Sharp shots that do not get stuck in your vest
The best things in life are free
I'm never paid for sex
I guess it's really unreasonable to stress
Especially when we are never really satisfied
Things have to fit
Working on it as obsessed
But when others do, we can not have it at all
Feel I'm fish number one million
Trying to swim against the current
Who would like 'more' than a small portion
Throws coins in the wishing well
For everyone will live by their passion
For only then does the dream succeed
Will you ever be satisfied with the situation
The grass is always greener at the top