Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pappas låt , by - StorSong from the album Pappas låt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2012
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: Swedish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pappas låt , by - StorSong from the album Pappas låt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопPappas låt(original) |
| Min pappa packade sina väskor och drog |
| Gav upp drömmar om en revolution som |
| Ser min farmor står där inne |
| Måste härifrån, folk försvinner |
| Hela staden är i lågor, landet brinner |
| Men elden blev till aska |
| Över världen flög med vindarna |
| Löv flög ner från himlarna |
| Det var ny sverige, öppna grindarna |
| Släpa tunga väskor genom snön |
| Packade med sorry som gav med nätter utan sömn (?) |
| O pappa var en hjälte, brukade skura golv |
| Städa korridorer, och kontorer åt olika folk |
| Tänkte på sitt hemland, hörde deras skrik |
| Låtsas som att tystnaden runt om var ljuv musik |
| Kunde inte språket, pratade inte ett ord |
| Men alltid mat på våra bord och aldrig hål i våra karborrskor |
| Stolthet, blattar ni förstår mig, stolt o va er son |
| Era blod i mina ådror! |
| Det är en gammal man med sitt vita hår |
| Som har färgats utav livet sorger |
| Pappa ditt blod i mina vener |
| Pappa du gav ditt allt |
| Det är en gammal man, med sitt vita hår |
| Som har färgats utav livets sorger |
| Pappa ditt blod i mina vener |
| Pappa du gav ditt allt |
| JJag har aldrig sett min pappa gråta |
| Fast än han haft rätt |
| Aldrig sett han stjäla |
| Hade aldrig nånsin skett |
| Bara sitta knega, ta hand om sin familj |
| Men media gillar ofta att måla upp en annan bild |
| Så lätt att bakgrunden, när kampen är för stor (?) |
| Och allt jag sagt passar även in på min vackra mor |
| Men det här är nåt som väldigt sällan näms i våra snack |
| Tyst i våra låtar för att många farsor stack |
| Men de flesta stannar, o du va en av dom |
| Nu är du gammal, vita hårstrån |
| Har du vunnit platsen där du hamna |
| Född i sverige, de säger andra reneration |
| Ge mig inte äran att bli kallad invandrare |
| Har inte gjort en ??? |
| Det är en gammal man med sitt vita hår |
| Som har färgats utav livet sorger |
| Pappa ditt blod i mina vener |
| Pappa du gav ditt allt |
| Det är en gammal man med sitt vita hår |
| Som har färgats utav livet sorger |
| Pappa ditt blod i mina vener |
| Pappa du gav ditt allt |
| Du lärde mig historier, pappa du va atlas |
| Jag var din lärling (?), gjorde allt du bad mig |
| Satt på dina axlar, såg ut på världen |
| Litet storstads barn, min superhjälte blev en väg på trottoaren |
| Så fort han förklara allt det här om man till man |
| Många ord som man vill ha sagt men inte kan |
| Tacksamheten är förstor du fanns där i min hals |
| Kvävet i min röst, supproret jag vill säga det jag bär på i mitt bröst |
| Jag minns när jag var liten och du alltid hade svar |
| Skulle vilja backa tiden, hur många dagar har vi kvar |
| Men är tacksam att du var här och jag vet du gav ditt allt |
| För vem som helst kan göra barn, men för vafan behövs ju man |
| Det är en gammal man med sitt vita hår |
| Som har färgats utav livet sorger |
| Pappa ditt blod i mina vener |
| Pappa du gav ditt allt |
| Det är en gammal man med sitt vita hår |
| Som har färgats utav livet sorger |
| Pappa ditt blod i mina vener |
| Pappa du gav ditt allt |
| (pappa du gav ditt allt) |
| Ledsen pappa, svartskalle stå ut |
| Lyssna, o staporeva (wtf??) |
| Sånna här personer du stoppar |
| Tunnelbanan, varje morgon dom ska till sina jobb |
| (translation) |
| My dad packed his bags and pulled |
| Gave up dreams of a revolution that |
| Seeing my grandmother is in there |
| Must get out of here, people disappear |
| The whole city is on fire, the country is on fire |
| But the fire turned to ashes |
| All over the world flew with the winds |
| Leaves flew down from the sky |
| It was new Sweden, open the gates |
| Drag heavy bags through the snow |
| Packed with sorry that gave with nights without sleep (?) |
| Oh dad was a hero, used to scrub floors |
| Clean corridors, and offices for different people |
| Thinking of their homeland, heard their cries |
| Pretend that the silence around was sweet music |
| Did not know the language, did not speak a word |
| But always food on our tables and never holes in our carob shoes |
| Pride, leaves you understand me, proud o va your son |
| Your blood in my veins! |
| It's an old man with his white hair |
| Which has been colored out of life sorrows |
| Dad your blood in my veins |
| Dad you gave your all |
| It's an old man, with his white hair |
| Which has been colored by the sorrows of life |
| Dad your blood in my veins |
| Dad you gave your all |
| I've never seen my dad cry |
| Though he was right |
| Never seen him steal |
| Had never happened |
| Just sit kneeling, take care of his family |
| But the media often likes to paint a different picture |
| So easy to the background, when the fight is too big (?) |
| And everything I said also fits in with my beautiful mother |
| But this is something that is very rarely mentioned in our talk |
| Quiet in our songs because many dads ran |
| But most of them stay, and you're one of them |
| Now you're old, white hairs |
| Have you won the place where you end up |
| Born in Sweden, they say second generation |
| Do not give me the honor of being called an immigrant |
| Haven't made one ??? |
| It's an old man with his white hair |
| Which has been colored out of life sorrows |
| Dad your blood in my veins |
| Dad you gave your all |
| It's an old man with his white hair |
| Which has been colored out of life sorrows |
| Dad your blood in my veins |
| Dad you gave your all |
| You taught me stories, Dad, you were an atlas |
| I was your apprentice (?), Did everything you asked me to do |
| Sat on your shoulders, looked out at the world |
| Small town kid, my superhero became a road on the sidewalk |
| As soon as he explains all this about man to man |
| Many words that you want to have said but can not |
| The gratitude is great you were there in my throat |
| The nitrogen in my voice, the suppror I want to say what I wear in my chest |
| I remember when I was little and you always had answers |
| Would like to go back in time, how many days do we have left |
| But am grateful you were here and I know you gave your all |
| For anyone can have children, but for what you need |
| It's an old man with his white hair |
| Which has been colored out of life sorrows |
| Dad your blood in my veins |
| Dad you gave your all |
| It's an old man with his white hair |
| Which has been colored out of life sorrows |
| Dad your blood in my veins |
| Dad you gave your all |
| (dad you gave your all) |
| Sad dad, black skull stand out |
| Listen, o staporeva (wtf ??) |
| People like this you stop |
| The subway, every morning they go to work |
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|---|---|
| Hard Time | 2015 |
| Words | 2015 |
| Från balkongen ft. Linda Pira, Stor, Masse | 2012 |
| Younger | 2015 |
| CORAZON ft. Stor, Pablo Paz, Kayen | 2022 |
| Be Good To Me ft. Seinabo Sey | 2018 |
| Pretend | 2015 |
| Know Your Name ft. Seinabo Sey | 2017 |
| Remember ft. Jacob Banks | 2018 |
| Pistols At Dawn ft. Culture Shock | 2015 |
| Ayla ft. Stor, Mohammed Ali | 2010 |
| Good In You | 2018 |
| En Kall Värld ft. Stor | 2010 |
| I Owe You Nothing | 2018 |
| Still | 2015 |
| Poetic | 2015 |
| Never Get Used To | 2018 |
| Allt Vi Gjort ft. Dan Jah | 2009 |
| Ortens favoriter ft. Black Ghost, Stor, Aleks | 2020 |
| Easy | 2015 |