Translation of the song lyrics Pas På Dig Selv - Pede B

Pas På Dig Selv (original)

Står foran min opgang med hænderne i jakken
Og venter på min ven der skal hente mig klokken tretten
Kommer trillende ned af gaden og nedsætter farten
Med så høj musik gamle mennesker tænker han er fra den
Det typisk ham den der cocky stil
Sætter mig op i hans bil får en hånd og et smil
Sir' ik' så meget til hinanden, men det da klart for fanden
For når bassen rammer i panden så lammer det forstanden
Han lever på skyggesiden laver mønter om natten
Han er skolet i det shit ik' en begynder i klassen
Den der ballade stil kan tit ende op i fælder
Hvor folk har flækkede tænder og knækkede lemmer
Så mange mennesker jeg kender har set fængselsceller
Der vil jeg bare så nødig se ham bli' den næste der ender
Det tænker jeg, men jeg sir' ik en skid
Hvad ved jeg, har selv lavet en del beskidt i min tid
Så hey
Bare du passer på dig selv så jeg glad (du stærk)
Vil så nødig se dig ende i ballade
Blandt de mennesker på gaden
Som man elsker at at hade
Folk blir' knækket derude
For ik' at læg en facade — X2
Møder min ven i byen der er pissed off på sin yngre bror
Der render rundt, laver massere shit og føler sig stor
Til han fucker op og dem han skylder besøger hans mor
Giver min ven lyst til at brormand skal føle hans knoer
For han skaber sig fjender der' mer' end slemme
Min ven lægger ud for dummebøder, penge han nok ik' ser igen
Men fuck den risiko, karma er en sippet so
Penge er nødvendige i et coke og heroinmisbrug
Han er teenager, fanget allerede
Storbror må træde til hver gang at mange vil gi' ham flade
Så det drama og ballade, intet nemt ved det spil
Når afvænnings programmer herhjemme stinker af helvede til
Et par uger i program, et klap på skulderen og et ses senere
Men, størstedelen kommer tilbage, det helt sikkert
Så hvad gør man, ta' og kom med et bud
Fuck at tude, vi drak os ned at blocke det ude
Bare du passer på dig selv så jeg glad (du stærk)
Vil så nødig se dig ende i ballade
Blandt de mennesker på gaden
Som man elsker at at hade
Folk blir' knækket derude
For ik' at læg en facade — X2
Familien har ik' været det samme siden du bestemte at løve'
Rundt efter penge til ting der gør dig ekstra sløv
Gode råd er ik' nemme at køve'
For hvis du ik' får det du skal ha' så ryster du som et espeløv
Da du boede hos os var jeg for lille til at se det
Min far var tit sur på dig, jeg syns' du virkede alene
Og det svært at fortælle
Men sidst jeg rendte ind i da mester var du i færd med at stjæle
Tro mig — dengang ville jeg gøre alt for dig
Ville ønske du ikke valgte den vej, eller den ik' valgte dig
Tingene kan sgu dreje rundt på en split sekund
Det dumt, du mit kød og blod, og det gør pisse ondt
Jeg tænker stadig inderst inde, du for klog til det
Løber rundt omkring hurtigt, og kan ik' stå stille
Livet på kanten er hårdt og du låst i det
Det skod at se en god mand som dig gå til spilde
Okay
En der distribuerer det en der bare ser på det
En for hvem konsekvenserne blir' destruerende
Jeg kender alle parter, har ventet på ambulancer
Hader stoffer for alt den fucking smerte de har bragt mig
Hvem klodser, hvem er tosser, hvem har nosser
Og hvad helvede skal det hele i grund egentlig gøre godt for
De tre folk er tre sider af samme ting
Fanget i jagten på det bedre og nettet strammer ind
Bare du passer på dig selv så jeg glad (du stærk)
Vil så nødig se dig ende i ballade
Blandt de mennesker på gaden
Som man elsker at at hade
Folk blir' knækket derude
For ik' at læg en facade — X2

Pas På Dig Selv (translation)

Standing in front of my stairwell with my hands in my jacket
And waiting for my friend to pick me up at thirteen
Comes rolling down the street and slows down
With such loud music old people think he is from it
It typically him that cocky style
Putting me up in his car gets a hand and a smile
Sir 'ik' so much to each other, but that then clear to hell
Because when the bass hits the forehead, it paralyzes the mind
He lives on the shadow side making coins at night
He's schooled in that shit ik 'a beginner in class
The one that ballad style can often end up in traps
Where people have cracked teeth and broken limbs
So many people I know have seen prison cells
There I just want to see him be the next one to end
I think so, but I'm not saying shit
What do I know, have even made quite a bit dirty in my time
So hey
Just you take care of yourself so I happy (you strong)
Will so reluctant to see you end up in trouble
Among the people on the street
As one loves to hate
People are being broken out there
For not laying a facade - X2
Meets my friend in town who is pissed off on his younger brother
Running around, doing mass shit and feeling great
Until he fucks up and those he owes visit his mother
Makes my friend want brother to feel his knuckles
For he creates enemies there 'more' than bad
My friend pays stupid fines, money he probably will not see again
But fuck the risk, karma is a sipped sow
Money is needed in a coke and heroin addiction
He's a teenager, already trapped
Big brother has to step in every time that many will give him flat
So that drama and trouble, nothing easy about that game
When detox programs at home stink of hell
A few weeks in program, a pat on the shoulder and one seen later
But, the majority will come back, that for sure
So what do you do, take and come up with a bid
Fuck that toot, we drank ourselves down to block it out
Just you take care of yourself so I happy (you strong)
Will so reluctant to see you end up in trouble
Among the people on the street
As one loves to hate
People are being broken out there
For not laying a facade - X2
The family has not 'been the same since you decided to lion'
Around for money for things that make you extra lethargic
Good advice is not 'easy to buy'
Because if you do not get what you need, you shake like an aspen leaf
When you lived with us I was too small to see it
My father was often angry with you, I think you seemed alone
And it's hard to tell
But the last time I ran into that master you were about to steal
Believe me - back then I would do anything for you
Wish you did not choose that path, or it did not choose you
Things can damn well turn around in a split second
It's stupid, you my flesh and blood, and it hurts piss
I'm still thinking deep down, you're too smart for that
Runs around fast, and can not stand still
Life on the edge is hard and you are locked into it
It's a shame to see a good man like you go to waste
Okay
Someone who distributes it someone who just looks at it
One for whom the consequences are 'destructive
I know all parties, have been waiting for ambulances
Hate drugs for all the fucking pain they've brought me
Who blocks, who is crazy, who has balls
And what the hell is it all supposed to really do good for
The three people are three sides of the same coin
Trapped in the pursuit of the better and the net tightens
Just you take care of yourself so I happy (you strong)
Will so reluctant to see you end up in trouble
Among the people on the street
As one loves to hate
People are being broken out there
For not laying a facade - X2