Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Velkommen Hjem, artist - Shaka Loveless
Date of issue: 09.11.2017
Song language: Danish
Velkommen Hjem(original) |
Tiden går i ring |
Vi ser de samme ting |
Vi holder fast |
Og ta’r hinandens plads |
Jeg har set for mange mennesker bli' til askebægre |
Slået sig selv ihjel og kørt den hasarderet |
Krakkeleret, på kort tid, livet ramponeret |
Massekreret på den forkerte side af geværet |
Parterede lemmer, mens de trækker vejret |
Folk kommer hjem fra krig med halve dele amputeret |
Alting arkiveret, alle de ting du aldrig ser |
Posttraumatiseret, indebrændt, isolerede |
I smerte, som når en mor mister sin søn |
Græder resten af livet af et billede i en bøn |
Med hænderne til hovedet og river hår ud ved roden |
I desperation for han var i hendes blod |
Det' som om regn bli’r til is |
Hver gang vores drenge kommer hjem i kister |
De søger hjælp i eksiler |
Men hvem vil hjælp', for vi har travlt med at tænk' på biler |
Hus, skilsmissepapirer, svendegilder |
Friværdier og mangel på respekt, mens vi bli’r endnu rigere |
Det koster dyrt at gå i krig |
Men det dyreste er det liv du aldrig mer' vil få at se |
Tiden går i ring |
Vi ser de samme ting |
Vi holder fast |
Og ta’r hinandens plads |
Vi løber efter ingenting |
Fanget af vores sind |
Tiden forgår |
Men læger ingen sår |
Oh ja-ja |
Holder kortene tæt ind til kroppen |
Jeg børster tænder på pubben |
Mellem mennesker der elsker og hader og griner og smadrer — |
Sig selv nede på pubben |
Det' småting |
For i krogene kravler kavaleriet |
Redningsvesten, ingen påhæng |
Ingen stramme masker bag det forhæng |
Men det' småting |
Fuld klip, fuld på, alting, fuck det |
For vi svømmer gennem hele svineriet |
Forsømt som en tabt pose, ingen kærlighed |
Ingen stress, ingen kant, ingen følelser på spil |
Ingen tøser, der smadrer det spil |
For vi smadrer det spil |
Forlader det aldrig, jeg ta’r dig dertil |
Populær på en måde, der normalt er reserveret |
For de mennesker, der døde |
Det koster dyrt at gå i krig |
Men det dyreste er det liv du ikk' vil få at se |
Tiden går i ring |
Vi ser de samme ting |
Vi holder fast |
Og ta’r hinandens plads |
Vi løber efter ingenting |
Fanget af vores sind |
Tiden forgår |
Men læger ingen sår |
Oh ja-ja |
Og det gør ingenting lettere |
At de si’r det' slut, når man kommer hjem |
Det' når tankerne stikker af |
Man sidder fast i den værste dag |
Med kun en brugt sjæl tilbage |
Og det gør ingenting lettere |
Vi ser de samme ting |
Vi holder fast |
Og ta’r hinandens plads |
Vi løber efter ingenting |
Fanget af vores sind |
Tiden forgår |
Men læger ingen sår |
Oh ja-ja |
(translation) |
Time goes by |
We see the same things |
We hold on |
And take each other's place |
I've seen too many people turn into ashtrays |
Killed himself and drove it haphazardly |
Cracked, in a short time, life battered |
Massacred on the wrong side of the rifle |
Parted limbs while breathing |
People come home from war with half parts amputated |
Everything archived, all the things you never see |
Post-traumatized, burnt out, isolated |
In pain, as when a mother loses her son |
Crying for the rest of his life of a picture in a prayer |
With your hands to your head and tear hair out at the root |
In desperation for he was in her blood |
It's like rain turns to ice |
Every time our boys come home in coffins |
They seek help in exile |
But who wants help ', because we're busy thinking' about cars |
House, divorce papers, journeymen |
Free values and lack of respect as we get richer |
It costs dearly to go to war |
But the most expensive thing is the life you will never see again |
Time goes by |
We see the same things |
We hold on |
And take each other's place |
We run after nothing |
Caught by our minds |
Time passes |
But doctors no wounds |
Oh yes-yes |
Holds the cards close to the body |
I brush my teeth at the pub |
Between people who love and hate and laugh and smash - |
Himself down at the pub |
It's small things |
For in the hooks the cavalry crawls |
Life jacket, no attachment |
No tight stitches behind that curtain |
But it's small things |
Full clip, full on, everything, fuck it |
Because we swim through the whole mess |
Neglected as a lost bag, no love |
No stress, no edge, no emotions at stake |
No girls smashing that game |
Because we're smashing that game |
Never leave it, I'll take you there |
Popular in a way that is usually reserved |
For the people who died |
It costs dearly to go to war |
But the most expensive thing is the life you will not get to see |
Time goes by |
We see the same things |
We hold on |
And take each other's place |
We run after nothing |
Caught by our minds |
Time passes |
But doctors no wounds |
Oh yes-yes |
And it makes nothing easier |
That they say it's over when you get home |
It's when the mind runs off |
You get stuck in the worst day |
With only a used soul left |
And it makes nothing easier |
We see the same things |
We hold on |
And take each other's place |
We run after nothing |
Caught by our minds |
Time passes |
But doctors no wounds |
Oh yes-yes |